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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ X( O& V5 h7 l1 i. ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 r( h% D N9 ]' R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 s+ z+ U+ N1 q/ U8 v: l# tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 C' q$ k' J- UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' P( q n" u5 \* S$ ]- e3 r6 LHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 @! f. L6 _7 \; r* I6 F
How you tried to set them free, 4 j4 Q# b0 \ |( V7 D6 o! K3 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! `/ w% s1 G% a5 n/ ]6 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( v! ^& `( H; |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ [6 P, k( X# C5 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 O1 G2 i* ~/ u _1 d# NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & Z) S5 N) p% v* _& Q J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 d. S- L- F4 M1 D' u* z8 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" ]7 Q; k" z4 |, p1 S7 v+ [, J6 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # j8 y. s* `8 k7 n( U$ k1 k
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( d& R1 R, z1 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( \; U: P; V: l8 r
# Y+ w5 m$ P4 r' Y# [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 ^& }$ s. l* s8 D8 F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . z: G# l% m2 t( {, [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# k. p; M$ p q2 ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " ]" |' U C# a0 u
2 l2 z+ Q& w: e- m2 k. D% y: R) lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 O ^' J# ~2 `; hHow you suffered for you sanity,
" Q2 p2 m6 \+ t. ~8 tHow you tried to set them free, 3 q* G. c, o+ d' r/ ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) k/ H8 M( \0 p5 a0 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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