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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * \! R& Y: C; P9 E: l [4 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# m, U$ S9 }$ XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 r) N. ^, x5 p, y& {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: Y) G+ Z. d }/ @1 m1 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# o4 `+ x$ G4 E5 { ^: {/ LHow you suffered for you sanity,
: J; Q* }+ z" l$ t4 `) |: AHow you tried to set them free, / `" v% w8 N( b, z3 p0 }6 Q9 B& n8 _ D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( a6 w. F0 a* f: VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' e- V2 A6 Y: XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 }2 {. S( Z- B6 R; HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 ~( o# {$ L! _3 D( C1 m" cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " g: V- _9 `/ a- e% o& J
9 h- E( ]) k- V% xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 f- W6 F) A0 s- P* V' w3 EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 l5 M% D7 M3 p. [6 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 D: h7 W- {# ]. d" ~* W4 O; R
But I could have told you, Vincent, / b! J$ J% u5 H# O7 R5 B) K' x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - i( z* c9 q4 J: A8 T X3 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 g" r- Q) Q0 M2 N% oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 v8 T; y4 B; [2 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) x/ [ C' N( D- U: p9 ?. R3 r
) e; y( Q6 G5 J. ?& ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 s3 E+ f2 y. P( h# THow you suffered for you sanity,
. t4 l3 V/ w* u( f- c! c$ R+ YHow you tried to set them free,
/ w3 h. |6 Z# q5 J VThey would not listen they're not listening still, / R* K* L* S2 H I9 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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