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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . n" G! K9 _( k$ A) {5 A1 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . n5 p( x8 _* K& ?/ \7 y q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' v7 v/ _- S/ @0 j+ {7 |+ z$ Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " G; F- E- r) o$ \+ E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 j% {0 x! d J. b: w" m# j. AHow you suffered for you sanity, & V: ]- W9 f5 C3 z$ b1 L9 \4 g
How you tried to set them free,
9 L% h- y$ B, N0 U9 w$ Z t q; mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" E; s8 ~; `4 `* {- Z; @5 RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 V2 i2 @- ? a* l9 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) X, n) H+ y& n. DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 |3 v: s+ p0 U- q0 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. x+ D+ k% ?& F ~! d( f& y1 X- F
! c5 h; p8 n/ s" y! }) pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % w) x* h) C8 `, u; h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + ~1 J+ k; n v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' j4 x5 k; X5 P4 YBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 Z1 H' L( ^) D2 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 i e& }, b+ t; w' Q
2 }0 T) X2 s0 F' o4 j! c) z. t( tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) x, h4 k2 `" E0 L+ i \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 v; j; N% w) G' |* hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 T# r8 @1 k7 X9 ^- z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & a( m9 R6 N0 |+ z' {1 x. M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! v R* f1 w! Y& j! U2 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
. s5 J; j& z( `How you tried to set them free, . o# v" R! {3 x2 T( L% ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( }' f, y- o) [& {
Perhaps they never will. |
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