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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 j1 [! k$ K9 F* S( |8 R6 J3 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 ]% Y% T9 T+ P9 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ E1 _* }! Z2 }2 ^* N% OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) B" M# o7 ^/ O# n( p8 |. TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# W3 ?- a# o/ e# d- R
How you suffered for you sanity,
; o% {) |+ Y5 u/ t0 B5 P3 R+ y( YHow you tried to set them free,
% ~3 o4 E8 h g8 C( TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / t# {5 l/ a7 V. y! b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% M4 t. n8 M% g" N4 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % t/ f. ~3 v" J2 ]2 H- y. f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" b! `) x0 M+ o, _5 ?, iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. C4 M9 `* f3 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) Y- O/ l$ \, A$ z. _- \: O7 iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - w8 i5 s" r) ]( K* A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 \' a; r: Y& c% R Y( rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 T5 b/ P5 G9 Y: [4 l WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : w! h1 E; G! A1 ?% F4 E
, P0 t1 n1 V. V" l6 X: ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; K4 [1 e2 F8 [' u% t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) L5 B' i6 m0 `5 s( M, k* ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! W: z1 g1 d# R) r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , K7 x1 ?! @, l) z# J3 [( `9 {
7 o( e5 { ?$ G$ G0 ~) p% pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 V8 n# y) ]* z5 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 _ w6 l0 |' x" PHow you tried to set them free,
1 x& f( r) g' x! `8 P3 q; j1 @- F7 O8 XThey would not listen they're not listening still, - Z: g. M) D/ a" d/ ?, y( p
Perhaps they never will. |
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