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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; P( }: I" B2 s, F; g Y' \0 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 \% U& y/ L1 {3 o3 T O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; {4 F6 O1 e2 O5 b" n4 I# LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# A( f; p# S2 d% ?, _1 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ Y. D. h- `. z% `( R) s* z
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 p# w. N; r- {/ `9 I9 m4 B1 gHow you tried to set them free,
( i" c, K$ n- ~* W$ e; a6 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; o* C5 a. s) H' A B' K: n! q0 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) i# y8 I1 C0 g& Z! GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
Z. ?% s# Z0 o3 U9 m) ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ k c1 ~9 f' N' x* n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 n' N/ c: ^: H e
% S+ d8 J! P# m% y, [. BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( g1 X3 L, [4 S+ @& K/ I! J/ C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : X; f7 t% }. T. h" `$ l6 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & u1 P- W/ q% f3 I5 {
But I could have told you, Vincent, " a* U- k+ D2 P7 [0 |6 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# u$ E1 j) P7 F$ v: @6 x% z7 E2 l' h7 [: RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" h+ |8 }9 ] i9 V) HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 q2 H7 M& X9 ^! a7 _( X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , P% e0 j: X4 e4 J6 @5 l. j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ?8 x O" W* \) ^* G
% f6 l& \8 u* u- k0 N3 I: \# ^" {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 a/ ^# ^* t3 a7 V' RHow you suffered for you sanity,/ x# o% j0 R7 ]7 X7 h
How you tried to set them free, - E7 F) j9 M% h8 r1 m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 C8 ?2 S* g9 F: KPerhaps they never will. |
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