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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - i" i; S5 M7 V& t& p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / j# [- [2 T; s3 n, f# I. M1 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 q Z `' J- K. }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , ^! P; q2 R, B: ]3 f' U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. ]4 g9 s% m5 M( j& ?& N+ v ~, v' rHow you suffered for you sanity,
! Y1 a# E4 E, I9 p! i g2 @# q) e5 zHow you tried to set them free,
5 ?% m2 b2 n, \% k* aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 @0 z1 \! _; M- G% h6 c4 I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Z$ O+ U1 ?' S) t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* ~! q1 {* L) A5 g+ pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; A, e# @/ q+ f; B. G- t6 _( F- E8 U# {" \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 l- c) w# D* E! _: J
W6 b/ \; J. ^" E# Q5 q3 b6 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; l' B4 Z& ?8 @: M( d" B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / j1 {, [, I9 B$ n; W* b* z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 g. u' V: p. s; z' G4 j, u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) g: {' T& v$ T8 W2 x, N7 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " M, c i4 ], A3 L4 G9 \# n. C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 _! ]6 [/ u, D, Q6 \: `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) Z/ X! L1 h& O0 _$ a1 S- yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & o' R8 `& K& b( ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ u. \* h/ w' t/ i+ xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! k3 q# U# u _7 u
How you suffered for you sanity,7 u) E/ Q$ ]8 A7 z5 E
How you tried to set them free, ( p4 V& y0 b4 N* ] R% ~4 q* P
They would not listen they're not listening still, % y$ ]+ L" x1 t4 N: d( G- h$ F
Perhaps they never will. |
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