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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 `/ x3 E) q4 j: s7 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! i- d3 j7 x2 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ y. y0 k& M9 v; J% QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; Z/ o7 a$ b; |6 K' tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 Z' u( \; p- N5 `9 r: \How you suffered for you sanity,
) }; T5 o6 M! P+ v v. `How you tried to set them free, ) l/ U9 P( T7 B0 o" b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* J5 A) M. {0 d& c! sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 M( e- Y; J( G$ k$ {+ @$ D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 j* W$ b! h1 x1 D" j0 [2 m/ @) X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' E3 }* t- h5 w/ w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % c3 F% }3 {: T# \+ M% `
7 X3 ~' |, p' x; M! c B6 T$ {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - ?0 E* N4 R* {7 h: B' j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( M/ w6 B. |( N7 a+ Y' ` P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 E6 v+ Q2 o' O- r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 F* H( h) @! ]! Q3 Z8 p7 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # ~6 Y9 [* a/ f% i" N
* J/ ?7 s( l# m% wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % Y4 `( h9 b" X2 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 w6 X Q' w3 [' y+ f) D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# L( c) E0 q S/ f# ~4 X7 s, s1 f' u0 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% V! x' I) Y1 d2 j/ f3 I( ~% ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % y6 p. U7 Z+ |9 L5 j; p
How you suffered for you sanity,) o9 O% F% y3 Z
How you tried to set them free, ! Q: b- U$ P/ h
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 U1 y3 z- g c4 l/ f& I
Perhaps they never will. |
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