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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 f' N }% o2 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % m4 m+ n# r$ p* ^2 ?, U7 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 b2 f( e9 X4 f! Y) C/ eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 d& O* l3 x" x! B2 x+ l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* A( g" K3 u0 }! }5 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
% U9 t4 Z2 b! J, M4 S+ R0 P5 Q# ?/ FHow you tried to set them free,
; J2 u j' c" h0 X& fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * @/ y5 C3 K9 C9 q( o- c+ S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 q& K2 Z, c* j* O. B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! \7 A# N7 \( j$ `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" n6 H8 V9 y4 T7 ZWeathered 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,
% ]/ W( f1 r; Z! R ?- ^. UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & ?" s" [7 N/ S. t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) Y1 l: ]3 B$ P- Z7 |But I could have told you, Vincent, $ o2 w( B& X& v p2 k) f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; E+ A% ^; o- r8 d7 `, P
X6 v" l: Z5 B& y$ d' D! qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; w' m' y1 T0 C0 |$ S/ WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- l, z) E& ]; w0 z# X7 t* j& FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) p4 l# V, c6 ^8 F! H9 h! L4 t" `! D, E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 z6 H1 W- q5 F4 H; t% C
' q( B. l% `0 E; n) J- ?; t+ HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# R8 l \2 S7 u# t/ j8 B+ s- R- ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
! Y6 B4 Y' g0 ]7 MHow you tried to set them free,
' X9 w6 z/ e6 wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 z, j& ?' ^7 x* X7 GPerhaps they never will. |
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