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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; T- m! k9 m7 L- C1 \- ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 v6 Y$ L0 V& A2 k& d( [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# N7 A* a$ E% u6 Z" I' E3 @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. [8 |( t3 E" n/ a8 }/ ~- }- P+ P& c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# l. ^ S' D' d8 B( Z( K# G
How you suffered for you sanity,
" x) w1 B% o" O$ iHow you tried to set them free, 7 N* e' _# y. |8 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 k% [- t* |: SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 k! `7 E0 I7 Y- t: _/ iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' B/ V8 S1 w' JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & ^5 @- O4 L: t3 V- Y! j( @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 W9 J9 \. ]) Z% \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: m. f8 S# A* x4 {/ q0 l1 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 O/ U# @7 T" ~' Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 V6 _5 D) N1 A5 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % y) ]; }4 ] l/ U* s& i7 B
! W" Z/ |" |. R o! O) t7 _/ OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 T2 x7 ~+ P6 k. S) g4 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 d) B8 }6 K: P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! l) F p0 R, JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . {9 I" ^- o7 I( }5 B/ i( O" {
: K+ F$ U4 m2 N' g$ l0 O( rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) P. V8 ~# o6 T" d2 k" g; U
How you suffered for you sanity,0 h( w( u9 E+ C. K0 F x5 e
How you tried to set them free, 4 _% m4 z8 Q. k m r- L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
f5 }" V* F/ x0 H: [1 F( \( o8 g; @Perhaps they never will. |
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