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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 D! {* B9 ^7 t) Z( ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, `, z. D! m3 A! z4 v" r/ oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 }$ M( L& `- [7 M$ j+ g" Y( D: rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " z+ D; t5 g5 B6 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 l: k. j% T6 V" v$ s7 \6 P4 E/ dHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 U$ c/ ^. W# @! {* ~% [
How you tried to set them free, ! r; f( O& q. |8 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / p4 F) ?* m3 o5 W. {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 B; j& O( r( a1 q3 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 J9 v8 P8 X; b3 v A- O+ e4 EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) o4 @* u7 k7 z5 p% T# @, UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; a; ], C% l: w, X+ V rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . g Z2 @6 p/ }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % n7 ~ \* @3 l& V8 }& |
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 m( G) v- p, r8 ~! s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ M; Y4 m2 n4 b/ Y8 D m$ o7 j
! b3 W4 K6 {/ L! l8 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' L. s3 Q" D$ N4 ^- c+ e7 F" vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - K; X B+ A; [. I2 Y7 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 @" ]' y. V. `. u8 W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 C6 s; b# b' n" T3 V2 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 H2 R0 D1 \" j# |) g3 w2 N. `, h1 XHow you tried to set them free, - Q( J! p9 ]/ r: l q+ V
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 q7 _; A0 g& B1 c/ k% B
Perhaps they never will. |
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