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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' o7 ?& z$ {; d1 \& }* X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. m/ t8 R( @. Q. B; t3 b3 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 P( `3 c4 l, Z ]$ b9 \5 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 [) r4 o* N5 |$ S" C' n% YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ K" {2 E8 r; v) }
How you suffered for you sanity,
! D6 {4 u: u: m6 ]/ M6 e2 N% JHow you tried to set them free, + h: C9 v) P2 U; }& `( u6 b: D* F. m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : e" s. W" f# y4 R1 a! y% K( j; D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 g# B. I) ~2 \* F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 p$ Q/ V, _) j, S) u: _8 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. R; o0 d L L$ l/ MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) ?& E0 W# V3 J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 O( g+ x, s/ w+ ^4 M4 v# Q# YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 z" i3 ?! q) L0 H' {$ s- w. `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 W8 C3 s+ J" q, Y5 P9 A0 I& Y. A dBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 O9 M2 y0 s0 U" D' y a1 K4 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * @0 V8 j. o1 {
, Z9 G# |+ B& J3 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" ~1 U* g' t- H! q2 s( X# `- EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* n& [1 x% G7 P3 x" zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" ?" X2 K6 H. ]8 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' Y# ?5 [: |9 v
5 a8 Y4 Q/ ]! t# BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( z2 E* R, d! z3 z2 J, f$ R
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 t3 ^2 s' m6 o" u2 b3 A4 ~; ]How you tried to set them free,
: K @3 h; f; L) @/ XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 |$ a, q( V Z: gPerhaps they never will. |
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