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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& q: o7 n& I% L$ u0 T; m: ~% O4 e# CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 w7 R7 d+ w8 j3 ]( N# P6 l, ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- n* n/ i L2 e3 s2 h5 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & s, l0 } {1 o1 }; ~" U/ L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 I' v; i0 D, w* k' R3 Y" W# ]How you suffered for you sanity,
! d8 @5 W, O! p% DHow you tried to set them free,
9 R: d) p5 m& iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' r. ]0 m$ g9 {( E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- B. A- ^* d5 I9 Z0 j# ^8 o& SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 ~& ~0 F$ K2 T/ {0 |* MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( w% b; N! l' e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) [% \" T% d* P/ y" L4 ?
( c- G- z, [+ V9 s* FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& q4 z: L# ^& s5 t7 ]% M! dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! J+ \1 e6 V# O5 K/ s2 v: d; D3 L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) O7 y1 _) C# nBut I could have told you, Vincent, : k% T2 e% [2 Z9 ~# N+ t: j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 K5 S; B& b1 ?" m
; @% q" K2 J, G2 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ F4 c: Z) E; w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 O& q: N) v4 W7 Y5 f; r5 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, s8 |$ k) J4 |# d$ n% G4 a! xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 l# T+ p! p$ ~3 P1 @/ }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ v! y; O+ K b: \) O% J: a& z
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 r2 g2 b3 z& A! c! B7 a5 {How you tried to set them free, 7 F3 c/ [4 D$ p" x
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' t7 N, h# Z w0 E( t, e6 ~ Q& `
Perhaps they never will. |
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