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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 r! `9 A, [0 _( i3 _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' z7 g0 C }, g3 b. ?. s( p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 k& E8 f" M5 B( L7 S: M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 Y5 B+ m c: o: f: _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ ]2 S& m5 J3 K- q% a) ]2 T9 XHow you suffered for you sanity, * q9 O$ P& Y6 E0 s# m/ {
How you tried to set them free,
& `6 w9 A; D, c+ jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % I/ [- }8 P0 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 P! O) M; V9 M6 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' }; O# }( ~! t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( e+ @ d V4 R6 ^ l+ c7 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( Y$ U, J/ h! K: ^; ~1 l/ F, Q
, Y2 ?1 ^$ ?# D; X0 q, PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# a" f: W. Q7 U& H l: kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ u0 ]1 a m# n) g+ ^5 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 o& Z% ^3 x4 k# {But I could have told you, Vincent,
' I) Q; b( l! l( r, j; UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - u& \" V' k4 N* v7 c" x; p; }
* p. Q# F. s# x& {: r3 C, G2 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 Q& q! s$ t# `. w, [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. g: I: B" T9 H1 q# ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 l" n2 Y, V. [5 N" L% WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 b1 F$ g) Z' }$ R2 [4 [9 O# p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" D+ m( J& l, K; R2 B7 ?9 gHow you suffered for you sanity," ^ f, F& M! ~/ K5 n$ l ~$ ?7 H
How you tried to set them free,
. ^9 y: Y$ t. v, ~* ^' A. OThey would not listen they're not listening still, , [! z2 r+ |( c9 O* j
Perhaps they never will. |
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