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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; y' U& `+ E3 m. T' c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * p; |% w5 W$ A4 G% m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ T. S A6 q5 N+ c) F' _+ o. E$ |% { i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 D, {& {, B, u2 S; c8 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' G- n& A% ^! F3 y3 C! o5 l7 J' {
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ M1 \9 T. W* [( lHow you tried to set them free,
5 v7 e* q; f; [ {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 Z2 d7 _4 j3 m# @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; P7 g% [, c* HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ N* n# q, P& ]( Z: XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& K8 o8 i7 I- S, N: V. m G/ cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; g s7 `# |! Y! S: ?8 _* {
: i! \3 ~4 K& y1 P0 \9 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! T! ]! \ u5 u' Z7 ]9 }1 c' j% RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! ~' R' | E$ q) Z9 g$ yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 r. n! G2 X/ Z- `2 kBut I could have told you, Vincent, . b5 [2 d, k w- T5 w2 ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - o6 Q- \0 C8 _, P8 u+ U
( M8 r9 `1 C- o6 D) A$ Y4 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % D6 x; ~# f( J% M/ g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 s* D+ y0 z% E. X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 y( z* l1 G; x% ?' {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, * c2 `! J, L2 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
! k- N O9 o0 ~" aHow you tried to set them free,
7 ~8 {# T' _( C( i" |5 LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( s7 {! W4 a& W. E. v& v O0 aPerhaps they never will. |
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