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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / d1 [2 V$ E% C7 p' D3 m" S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + k9 |) |: g+ y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 P+ @6 ~' n7 c" w% h6 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) z( }/ N' c/ r1 C, G9 x* G1 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 u9 b8 V3 b) V" nHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 f/ f( V9 t( }1 pHow you tried to set them free, 7 Y7 Z. V- x# D; {9 s% b- Y! S9 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( t5 J* ?. i* H9 `7 g4 S0 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 @& Z: c8 ?; n7 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . C% t& z* C. m9 K7 w" o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 Z8 y1 q0 A6 I' CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 w7 m" D/ a( p: d; J- @. RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: e8 a- L# X! v+ [9 \# z1 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) `# e( `# Q: z/ j2 ?- ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* z- N% ?5 d9 B j. ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ N) I5 i- y# w& dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 |7 K4 X' h5 x
: F( b) z7 P$ `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ }2 _& E& M: Y8 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 r8 l* T7 P( ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 x5 D o( _) F' |. d* y4 n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) S* K& y0 b* i' L
9 ^- L& p# f# n/ q0 ?# sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ v% _$ W1 [+ d e7 _4 ~9 x
How you suffered for you sanity,% q) f- M+ p5 O, y7 ? V v" r
How you tried to set them free, 4 h: u' x5 S. }# ^! }5 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 G# z6 R) H' j' x# r9 VPerhaps they never will. |
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