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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 X( g- w: y1 }) W/ `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) {5 {! Y+ J6 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ ]1 W8 J2 l) b7 _; U9 u _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 H! q3 G0 X- F, G1 d$ [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( o; W! ?* I* H9 d4 h/ f0 cHow you suffered for you sanity, # p0 L$ u' O6 v& C8 W
How you tried to set them free,
6 M: \8 @( h+ x( {. J; rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) {+ Q- k7 K( [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 D& i7 H5 P; x" g6 U4 G' x( MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 r3 E* a- J, ?; p8 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 G/ |- _) D. R* g& x3 G. sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 H) U9 }" ?; ~* G3 k7 j3 m' X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 _0 V2 @+ [0 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. |, c$ o4 j b# p9 b: NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; s0 ^# h4 b5 j# G6 t# x, o ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' [- }7 U! H2 w6 ]8 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + ^ g: {# `% C3 O" I& d
) k0 f: c1 y6 ~( U/ zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, V4 j& ]4 L n* T& e$ B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & f' F4 m. [& z3 X6 T+ G. F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ _( ~, u$ Q3 ^2 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & Q: a S) m" i( e* ]5 \7 ^8 G
9 W9 W' {& @1 M" a s. iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, Y- i/ ^; I4 l( j
How you suffered for you sanity,, D4 H4 P" ~7 Q1 l- `
How you tried to set them free,
3 Z" e9 Y% ?4 Q) O# a1 f) E$ Z* \They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 X8 ?' d7 S# `3 t0 f
Perhaps they never will. |
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