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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ ]1 B# C2 f e5 R! s0 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
U1 J" G6 [8 ^) uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ I. K$ F( k: T u$ U" J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + E/ {) h6 ?5 @/ F* X! r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: [ x" W: D! h: mHow you suffered for you sanity, $ v' @" q! ^* |" D J3 h
How you tried to set them free, - ^7 Z( ?! V( \1 L/ f* e+ X2 ]) Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 g" _. H, \) u3 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, p4 }* c# W0 W e# o" _9 ?8 W& n: kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 d' n- W+ y4 Z2 `+ w, C# R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, b9 s0 U8 r8 m
Weathered 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, & D7 q) z) P/ e9 c! x# ]! F. @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* P7 P7 x/ n5 `$ m5 L8 o3 w& PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ u! }+ d5 H2 `* hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 N# O& P- f- f- M: TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 f4 h$ G5 |3 K& U7 T
5 G" s9 U, f$ J7 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 g$ Z# f0 z7 O4 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 Q& Z+ B1 x) }& S8 S$ bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, c+ v9 }1 Q. ]- W' B/ QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 p2 ]: i7 y) E8 k; U; h }
0 D4 n* d( A( P8 r- G3 `1 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 M) L4 u1 q: ~; C2 QHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ o) n. w5 c% C" f+ D' lHow you tried to set them free,
r, h. p$ L- A7 P; U) R9 ~9 hThey would not listen they're not listening still, % Y( T2 h% b2 |" v
Perhaps they never will. |
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