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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ^/ M0 H) z, C" v9 m" |7 f6 T3 ~. [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 t) @' n4 R, B: R# n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# X) f4 g( E R! P8 VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 j$ v% V& |/ p% W3 m0 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 m" _1 w' ]; ?0 ?% D/ CHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 @7 J2 i3 e% B$ W2 { l7 g& L
How you tried to set them free, ) v) k8 {. W# j3 A) U, _1 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; R. c. Y- z; s$ w( f* IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. s& d! Z2 @$ oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& C# x* X X$ g% |; {: `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % |- p; i# [7 d% _, H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % O5 J& ^6 b( B: Q7 L
" J, w1 m0 U4 P* x: jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; @7 I D$ O9 g3 V( ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& N- O* v0 ^9 Z# g' yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' u, p, j1 e3 p1 I( j5 x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
r. Z8 v0 K- F) I8 s3 Q+ {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / V, l" G& t9 [* m$ t/ x! C6 t
3 K) M9 x0 E: A( B9 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & O; [4 }9 D9 U' T& D" ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . ]: f5 i; E3 V1 p" m# L ~2 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # M r! v1 W ^/ p! Z0 g1 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 i9 ~' w/ c1 \ ], \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 v1 h, t+ J% \6 t$ p% hHow you suffered for you sanity,+ c8 v7 h& y x6 J6 |; M: `
How you tried to set them free,
5 _9 l& |' _: f; x- P0 bThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 f% K1 W w" U
Perhaps they never will. |
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