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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& Y+ ]/ g ]4 y$ ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 C- S% F$ K# L) E2 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; X5 Q) v8 p f7 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % e$ P/ E" f) i% P% V3 r" S+ |8 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: T9 M% ~2 g( \( ?6 |5 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ B: [ ?; x! h) J# y. K" s- g1 sHow you tried to set them free,
7 h/ o' b2 ]3 t8 s" _; LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % ~) L" u9 U$ W. Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& m. A/ I! F& ?* }# A. C; v! KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; H% E& G& }5 C/ | jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; u# s1 z u3 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . L9 p' X9 I0 E. l' R
# G; R# D: u3 y2 k; Z+ q/ FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 J/ [8 |: v P f1 S+ L s) P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 S2 n3 }$ ] i. g+ v; _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 ]7 [8 A* D0 T: n+ M: _& T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 ~3 S4 d. G- G& y3 m8 C, bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : s9 x; c: e2 l# i, K
% ]% N' O$ E1 D; P* f$ h2 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 ~: x2 D. ~# T+ V6 M' BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! ^" S3 |3 g' }5 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - U0 s& X r7 m d6 }+ }$ ~2 H; _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( o- O A/ G% m/ E: \: m1 ~- ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, U; h0 W# t7 Y! ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
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; o. A \6 [" y3 c% P1 \They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 h4 I; b( M% |
Perhaps they never will. |
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