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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 C" O8 o- N: i/ ^6 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ o- |& T+ G: h: M4 R$ }( aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# {$ d& i- Q3 c/ X- u e9 d2 ]; m6 U7 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! j q6 R% Z; g3 i% Y+ ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' A$ g5 X o! }+ x! NHow you suffered for you sanity, : C0 m% H& q( C7 n9 z& d4 x; z
How you tried to set them free, 2 H6 W: S5 h, F: n( K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; [3 {/ i" I9 T" V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ R E, A- A6 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 k/ }+ |, b/ R$ R, H. i4 j! ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% b/ Y. a* B: D4 J+ ?1 L2 uWeathered 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,
6 @, G9 W6 A0 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' `1 s4 |; f: y( G5 O3 {You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; B( i$ R% k/ V3 j% z, k" h; Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, % o: B/ X: }9 Q: L( I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / I& |# \2 I9 w3 t9 O
6 G3 E7 t( h. P, q7 _9 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 a, n) W6 g# ` g7 F- R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # z' @9 ~! s, m* E& Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + I% v1 `* u% c" |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & ^2 B4 W1 O( w6 p5 R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / ~' I+ _- u& e# b- J
How you suffered for you sanity,9 A; ]7 c* B9 R2 P; R
How you tried to set them free,
$ ^/ P- Q$ [7 r5 m: b& MThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 k6 [0 i& b0 K" c; L1 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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