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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" s2 q5 R) j! l; wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& m/ I z* n- \7 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, h* X" E" _1 ~6 E4 `* jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 {/ U3 M$ q! p3 v6 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# J4 J3 n% C1 T" z0 e* l4 m( vHow you suffered for you sanity, + p7 }1 J! H+ M7 C
How you tried to set them free,
5 b9 S0 K" f/ }3 O1 `3 S9 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- p" ?0 G$ Z2 V; }) o [& ?) zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 k/ }- ~, V, Q7 w) e( v* n6 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * Y4 ?; O4 O" B' n$ A4 @& E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# D: b* d# W7 q- r* S; q5 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 A5 D" M" y' n& x, G5 |. U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( J' W; l4 Q$ }( IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 s7 `3 B, U. r% r P$ X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 A5 u" Q2 N; d0 p& j3 |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- G5 h% D( u8 i. S* aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : t5 `" I. ]* g( y2 Q$ o8 x
( I- ^& [, v, B. t5 w' C+ CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - s: r" _! A! Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, P% @/ y8 ^ h; ~3 e2 k' z% I2 @' N% w# kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 H7 S! g# D* m4 UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' g: Z' r% Q3 w0 t
l9 g1 w2 Q ^+ eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! z4 g4 H4 k5 \+ Q& A5 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 ~ D* M# @; N7 i+ u0 CHow you tried to set them free,
/ h. z& E3 ^- R& ^5 BThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 n3 ]. P( ]0 r+ g4 {! [) G, G
Perhaps they never will. |
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