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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 b# B9 e3 @4 f2 y5 s: L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . {( U9 W0 F& ]! U5 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 ^ n- K" w5 X8 B% q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 j3 B- o9 H( w( u$ [9 K9 y mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 X G) }% f( K; X
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 B ]7 P& v4 J6 y" n2 FHow you tried to set them free,
) d/ ~2 R( C0 h2 T2 {4 a6 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. R1 a( f5 C& TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 ]. F% G- n* L) xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 ^# `) V! Z3 C$ p7 Z. i/ |' fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % i- o! P' O8 G) \+ q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / h1 @- J! j* K5 V* V1 L
e t- _1 t6 N7 N) n! {0 n1 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
F! D+ m6 ~! S( }+ fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- e! |- }; I* \0 Y( r( j8 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & z& `0 C) T. H9 C1 Y7 d
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 J6 |0 F6 x) r4 `# {: u& t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . l6 [# j3 G# d. `1 I5 ]8 ^% Y& y- n
5 I0 Y/ z% B+ c) l9 l! YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, e9 Y% g, k4 C7 W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ s1 _& y0 W- m/ wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' ` W) _6 L, M5 s8 O3 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 c7 }$ K+ t" Q' c9 b6 }, H2 E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' ?- v+ k- C' ]$ r
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ J+ x2 M0 W6 k; iHow you tried to set them free, 4 K- ], q4 w5 w: T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ E1 q+ \8 M8 X$ W* q/ rPerhaps they never will. |
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