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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; P/ _ I0 Q" i4 t, M) g6 q! x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 y, l3 }7 b# W0 a- w; I. x! d2 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 H& q5 ~+ n- ~9 H) y0 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 g) i! a) ?% k7 F* N$ m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 S% e9 D; t3 |0 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 r3 z5 k/ E$ n$ k+ sHow you tried to set them free, ' q! {. c& W" `3 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 M7 `9 ^; C$ x' y0 G) }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" K: X) l/ h* o1 l1 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , J7 Y% L+ o/ p3 s* c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 z2 E, a, z5 i8 T4 @% l' j! M, T) t- ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 s2 N' q) ~. E; }% QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 U! H: d! p8 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % {- o4 Z4 C2 F& y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; {: i% X% R( W2 r- r2 h7 v( ~5 r- o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! v& G& m$ |1 ?' qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 A. o* e. t- i+ P( n2 {; M' e) B
5 Z) F$ F4 t& ?1 N: q0 Y3 Z' ~* C; C" o: ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 u, t) w4 G2 Y% O, Z) G- `3 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 r8 R8 l+ l3 M$ a$ s. N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 K/ e+ R ^2 G$ o( [7 b. P, X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' F' \ i5 D. J& }4 h1 v
% t6 s3 s: I$ N/ _6 {; H* xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) J, _ j3 E& ?$ J
How you suffered for you sanity,% |. l( t2 W/ s2 I& s9 d9 y$ s
How you tried to set them free, 6 |$ G' o7 |7 q" x, b
They would not listen they're not listening still, / E' ~/ S3 D) d: k. x! e1 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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