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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 V9 j2 w3 C% ~" u$ A! c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) z+ T; M' x$ h6 Z: g6 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. D1 X t! q. p+ t& P$ R7 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & P/ Z0 q* P" n) ^4 [ V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* k$ k4 I3 E; Y. Q8 S1 E# [9 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 k0 f# Q& P( @: h. jHow you tried to set them free,
; z" u( {1 ]0 g/ e* H' Z: z5 lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * h S8 A( `/ |1 W% C* t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 x. M |$ b1 o, z7 r+ f: KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 g! p( @) w% S9 X- a, b$ p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % a2 _' N* `) |. l0 y+ Q, Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) j+ _7 A( ?7 R+ P( W( s
* v! f/ W6 Z- Y9 \6 ^2 Q5 R0 g8 {) HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
M- }4 `9 Z& j5 x' ^$ a5 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 X% n6 G6 q* g* v; MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ }/ C/ u( R: }: \But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 _! A5 C% |$ y7 C& K5 @; f& q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 L. O2 Z& T& V1 I) b- r
' V" C: d$ y$ X- s- DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; a" \5 ^" k/ [+ X8 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % v9 l' G1 b- K2 {/ W' E1 x' t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 y( w W5 X- D; m% a0 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( t5 C7 _% G& _/ D8 b' HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , ?4 _/ \& E, @' }6 z$ K8 v
How you suffered for you sanity, i) V$ e$ ^$ X% I* G- Z
How you tried to set them free,
; z, O1 K8 e/ x" @4 dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ q$ s0 Y O o, }+ NPerhaps they never will. |
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