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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# D: i) E! b q7 ]( wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 t ]* Q3 z; d- M% X9 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 {4 l$ V4 u0 u2 j4 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : ^! Z& Z0 t- X8 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ X' p( M! ]7 OHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 p! c L# ~6 Q6 B/ s/ Z; n
How you tried to set them free,
0 z& S- \7 a$ X6 |1 ^9 V1 t; IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 }* b6 G9 o7 ~( R$ K l: B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . S1 C# a/ T- T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 K8 J7 P0 U7 \! g9 G) zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 j( k% ~* n& ]( t0 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 v2 k; v" @/ y% N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * |* F4 T8 Q9 ~+ f) A0 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) _/ i( c8 b6 p1 G, ?6 A% K# sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( a$ a/ B- m- m. dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& i3 I8 ?+ [+ f9 \; ~& vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 I' x( v) W, h0 L2 R) l
( X- ]* N8 P& x, r" O0 h9 ]( DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
S: Y5 h; j8 Q- w4 E6 ]6 pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 E W6 P/ O* K2 ^/ K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 _. r8 f0 Y2 D/ M; O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : u& V/ }0 V3 |( _; l
# D! ^8 O3 A1 c8 B* o; U3 Q& bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 ^+ ?7 l$ F: _4 KHow you suffered for you sanity," q2 l/ C, u L3 f' Y
How you tried to set them free, y5 ~( N. {+ ^; J( B, n* e
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 c. l5 a$ M" z5 t, E, q* ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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