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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) M. [! }/ d- R) O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 Y5 _( T- J6 l( Z; u0 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* w0 z+ u4 Q3 u& @: k8 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* [2 ]. U9 w7 V, E3 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( x. r0 D- t% A' I3 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 B" d/ S: B! I5 K( @3 q/ q* yHow you tried to set them free,
- y& ?! V8 H& AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * Y9 I* s8 F. Q' ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 a( [& w. N9 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % j8 a) p3 }! s. D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . u% U7 u5 w r' T& K/ P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 d+ S, O8 U! D9 g3 O! h
8 A1 }! o! `& }2 b/ ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / E7 e4 o% ]3 J. r7 z9 s) P9 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 c3 v3 m; V" v* U0 B5 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 N5 ^. u- @/ _4 o5 cBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 E* Y, L+ ~# O6 D; L# I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * }' N5 U# A" ?5 [1 \2 U
8 K% Y: Y2 ?2 M# I1 K n; Q) \5 S. {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. K- ]# J% t6 S; }" y/ F7 R5 j1 ~- IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 Y; w9 R, ]3 } I+ y* `+ K0 Q# X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 o+ ]' C2 O! l9 c" `0 i5 B7 ]/ j6 v: NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 N/ W; L( h& a5 q vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' P: S) f; h! B2 [8 I* HHow you suffered for you sanity,! b/ w7 c' m8 e+ x, t. p! N
How you tried to set them free, ' c$ V% |! i" v- C3 H3 E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 T& T; T' L( d& C: ~ a/ }' kPerhaps they never will. |
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