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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ D7 Z5 G% y* ^* |% r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % c. P; C M+ e% ]" C5 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 W$ d+ x0 ]+ {" S* hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! C) y$ ^% [" |9 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ g H5 O# m1 |7 Z& T
How you suffered for you sanity,
% U+ t. b) f- _% M# kHow you tried to set them free,
: A( n% I/ u9 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " @0 h! @/ q9 |+ d! t% g( `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 L6 f6 e( ~/ a0 L, }3 T/ ~, s4 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! {2 [0 m; i3 C2 }% _, v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 g- J& ]/ Q/ B# Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * y3 W6 X. B8 K+ d
& O0 h6 E7 n' |) qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ S- ~1 D" A8 U" F: KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 m0 v! \: j. `, }2 Q3 W' U+ T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! p% O1 s. q0 [7 A- k9 d5 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, % X0 b" Q$ A' |1 K5 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 j) ?+ u3 ~9 X; x/ P
& I+ ~: D: F1 S1 O. D, `8 xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# a" O3 C8 Y) f1 c! U% w6 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / _& Z1 y2 F' b0 k! B+ E& `6 o3 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: B9 k( u7 e( F1 O# }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 ^4 V& ^. j' O0 u' D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) W/ i: f9 m/ {# H# x
How you suffered for you sanity,: u3 i8 U2 r% I3 I* r
How you tried to set them free,
# f6 a5 w: Y4 S& NThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 r2 R# r6 B8 s; W" ?3 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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