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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, @- D0 F. {$ C9 z8 J' l3 }# j0 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 t( q2 g% M6 c9 M0 Z; z4 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: |' j4 r5 L' a' p o7 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( U1 o1 F- P+ Z, q& tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 t( B1 ]* |+ |& Q& L% X
How you suffered for you sanity,
# f5 Y" t5 z" eHow you tried to set them free,
3 H+ w2 ^1 {3 a# T+ w6 i7 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 f6 n( [6 R; B' ~: d8 t1 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + R0 G% P; m! O1 b& k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 h4 z& v0 E/ ~5 P& [2 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 V% S$ r5 N3 [9 o$ ^. hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , e6 ]" z: c! ^; S: f! i1 W) G
0 r$ o. I6 u/ L) V! L9 _/ b, pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 T" R5 n( e; T5 m0 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 d: ^# g, U" i: o8 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 x( A3 D J H+ E; D( Q( L1 E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 X* W+ `+ Q! G( ~8 V) B3 N' iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + z$ l$ q4 T k& E
i {; M- D* w3 u% KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) R2 ]- K$ c% G9 j( e3 A+ ~, O! BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 m* l d6 `7 N/ X+ k8 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 n8 b1 ?) A- J* k9 [% K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 Q# n7 z8 Z3 u) Z$ kHow you suffered for you sanity," _7 U) t+ f) E) a7 b5 n7 Q
How you tried to set them free, 8 a ?0 N7 G" V0 ~$ c
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' d% U9 S5 ?1 ~5 G" D1 s3 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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