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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + b! B, ~' T4 [2 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 V b* [! {; ?# M0 I2 A' ] [/ V9 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 a# B2 |* K0 A8 v. j) u2 U8 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : S3 Z$ t+ } a0 x- {, Y. t$ `5 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 W: }5 L5 Q: x7 Y( Q) r3 K: w/ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 j: }' L2 l8 m, hHow you tried to set them free,
6 n' k2 _- Y2 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ R0 t% S' l. H; j5 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 G7 @' T! `4 ?5 }* ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: Z* Y3 Y5 i V( u/ E; Z5 u jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 K& A# q) Z1 f8 y: q2 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. _& P( o5 _) ?# v7 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 Z% ^. t4 b: c* RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 O9 @( X/ m5 L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; S& |3 u. y* c, {* O' K
But I could have told you, Vincent, , u" d, V* `. F0 y; f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ H/ V; N( \$ w5 C
0 @/ q# l- t* j vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% A! G, A4 I$ q& q4 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ n( m0 k$ O; ?% [6 I' A% J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 H) R, g+ p! [6 |: v) @/ I' H$ l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 P1 d; T7 b" s- L# v
6 ]: z- h1 q4 g) zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& F6 ^! j8 f* YHow you suffered for you sanity,
. p% t2 E& y& iHow you tried to set them free, 5 x2 ]1 q9 F% \5 {. J; Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, / V: z* x" I: f5 [; E0 g5 p1 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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