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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: ?0 x) |# r+ S2 T6 K1 U8 x- CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ j5 U7 f7 T7 v' ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 U0 Z4 ^5 I+ t! RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - `/ I9 I. m' S% [) ]" t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 N% P% f5 e6 x3 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 F6 R9 F8 g. T6 BHow you tried to set them free, ! R2 O' v0 g. [2 m/ e9 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 s( _* M) `9 j4 a% N7 W# N$ MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , m4 v5 c: v/ l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( Y4 ]2 W: i6 t+ B2 Z' T X: \1 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - J* |+ ?' ~! J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 X u, G( m" T- J/ B# O' z( U. S
7 N, ^4 |. `2 m; ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! u/ g) E4 S' f& m3 U+ I6 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " ^" F0 }7 b: D9 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ V9 D! I7 F0 Q- h" q! m; c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 q( R1 Z1 ^* d$ U: r& T& m9 \2 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 d: d4 X& o, U
1 }' {9 J4 @$ m2 |/ M8 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% M1 c( \: `0 x; ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 p. k- Y# h- w$ L( wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 ?3 l7 g' ]0 |$ M' y. Z( G) V+ XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! k3 H: Z ~- A( z( f/ k- b6 ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 a' }* [3 c9 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
( }: [- s( l2 l* b$ I$ s+ |2 gHow you tried to set them free,
3 a% w# d: M2 i& m% s5 qThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 k5 @) Z8 k# z9 D1 i% Z: B
Perhaps they never will. |
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