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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " ?( t5 D2 O2 R* H8 |7 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 y* ]6 v( g$ {1 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' h. D1 T4 N& a* n: _1 _$ HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % V, ?% n; B3 p" i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) V& N/ {3 E$ S3 S
How you suffered for you sanity, ' ~5 b0 z1 {. q* \2 l4 P
How you tried to set them free,
Q( j# Z1 ~: c- I$ yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 B) x8 E4 \( `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * I4 C& Y+ C# X. @ c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 I8 u$ u- j; w, y6 i1 T, XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ Q7 d/ O1 D8 U, c/ m, DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* z* S% u" `4 e( x% m. ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 L8 k6 S9 [' ^0 B. t/ A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 E0 X( v- _9 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % F! p4 P( `) i5 m: D, s2 o( B! I b) ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 V; w/ G6 f# S1 p/ O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & k* K9 t, f3 |6 d- i' i
( z/ Q; k+ K, [. j2 [9 e$ S$ s& j3 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, P1 g( F( ?3 Z5 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 s7 `: q. p8 G8 p d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & C; \5 ]# S$ J3 M. M0 B. P+ H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 p* v; j8 d6 r4 g1 @
& K$ Z9 L% q! n5 F; e- rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* n& M7 o9 d kHow you suffered for you sanity,/ i6 m. [7 ^* u/ d
How you tried to set them free, # R/ m6 @4 F" q/ C! p) r3 X1 Q" ]" R
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) Y, A1 |. F1 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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