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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( Y5 @/ v; }* ^/ a3 s; ]: u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 q( v9 E. u: c* j' z- iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& S* N; X( i+ ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( |& O, F9 a4 X, ]0 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# V3 b$ n* ^( f' K5 @6 E1 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 K- U' M9 N& d H+ t& Z Z! XHow you tried to set them free, 2 ?; \3 i( d- ?# }. o+ n! b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. L9 k/ Y# A. o8 x; h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 j b& H/ e$ s/ V+ USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * Y+ o! C, j* x U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 S8 `: o5 E% W+ cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + a( g' T, `# ]4 L0 c) J
/ s* C" a+ | U! a9 H! tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 }7 B3 I/ u- [$ dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 l/ l9 Z0 W! `; `8 X0 s) K1 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% ~, E0 g, ^/ eBut I could have told you, Vincent, & u3 B- s* _- Y8 A# `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) r: B' j+ j' r! v( |4 ]6 {2 N
/ f6 u& F1 I3 Z$ XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' i5 Y# F9 I7 a8 ` v; L" v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % O( W$ V9 \1 A5 M+ H3 T6 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " o. n0 q f# N- j+ B8 D( e$ b7 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 ], ?# R3 e& G) R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" V$ y( U" a2 \6 lHow you suffered for you sanity,. k0 V9 e' N, \ X+ ^
How you tried to set them free,
$ k7 B3 L. }& l8 u7 L% BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 ]& ?8 @1 b/ c$ H- Q( x) q% NPerhaps they never will. |
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