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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) G @. h0 n: K- u( m: M- A) a6 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* Y5 m5 w3 j+ z" o; hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ r0 l* \# ~' [9 | n! iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . |+ c6 v1 i; X) U) T' b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! F* ]2 s- J) T0 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ x; z$ \+ ~: ~! B; kHow you tried to set them free,
9 I' S9 F2 o7 O2 z9 D* NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 b0 U/ {7 v% `& [9 H6 R* DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; C2 u9 |0 f" R& g; r9 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' H; L! J6 N9 v0 c1 @5 O7 F+ yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 |: L& k, r/ F" P' p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 W& ?9 L0 U9 |& H* d( O4 L3 F6 o( \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : K" N. x5 k; x* j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 k# l1 y9 D c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 {9 p2 u F* n+ H- |But I could have told you, Vincent,
. @0 L p" `( D# g6 }' ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - h; D- j0 I; _! F. K1 q
- {# c% ?" O2 y2 h" j' \" z, K/ BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) }" U9 s7 ~& L; S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' o7 v9 Y! L" c' Q s) t5 K4 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / \6 l/ s% ]: I1 [3 R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 \- V+ ?. K; n& m" r
How you suffered for you sanity,, J& V9 e7 n6 F, x; h) J
How you tried to set them free,
) Y, v1 I1 N; lThey would not listen they're not listening still, + Z8 s0 W+ L& q
Perhaps they never will. |
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