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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' b; ]8 W9 N0 [+ i* i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 a1 ]: [4 U0 n/ k( u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ f' h5 C1 H* j9 T2 Y- h7 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . f8 Z" R) g4 D" @9 a$ b$ |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 i# m; O: d6 Y6 `* u: mHow you suffered for you sanity, + Q ]2 j& B/ ^2 f$ p
How you tried to set them free, ! S7 d, [0 Z: M, |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 R. q9 p: ]' s" FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% B2 f x* a% m1 K% z/ }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 s! S, }6 ], ~5 Y' T& d1 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 e% z0 I2 o1 V( tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 d1 O) O* P& {% {
$ V" Z2 O1 [4 A( c9 }& XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & b9 ~* Y: A. C" l( { G: k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 ^# s& N: C5 d; ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' s9 r- `0 ~+ @* N1 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 L7 u0 g& ?+ HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) O" {" c( u4 F6 c3 q U; ^' wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & Z3 s, H! \- s2 _. ]" P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) e( s1 d6 Y, I p) R6 K z& n! L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * W- D( s4 U+ i3 v }1 }
- N( E# ~# h4 m1 U9 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - Q* S# r( q T! k3 S6 V! U' u
How you suffered for you sanity, l+ H2 g& {' V' h5 I3 g# M
How you tried to set them free,
# B+ [3 j+ h! X- OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* E5 ?" O( |8 o( RPerhaps they never will. |
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