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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 ~0 w* J0 ^% i+ l4 L1 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & ~5 O4 f! J; ]4 _! g! h% L5 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 O5 \+ y' s# ~) d) K2 `1 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 J6 O6 ^, R* j/ ^9 [3 |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) e: G% @* Q6 Y9 L2 g; c9 E: j& g
How you suffered for you sanity,
) r$ x% O6 l" ^# Z4 }$ @0 uHow you tried to set them free,
9 h9 q) Y; J0 T1 j3 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! B: K8 j1 c! LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# D6 X+ J' L/ A& Z: F6 y* G9 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: c( a9 D& U: CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , U4 y/ W; g. Q+ U& H5 G- K" l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / b3 w4 ~2 F/ u0 g5 m+ e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 @% e" g9 E6 j8 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ s ]% s! ] O$ SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# N* R' n: P& qBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; |& \6 T+ n% J% m2 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 T w" k5 l' R, O- p
$ p( V! o+ D {5 uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, }7 j5 q8 E" GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, C2 l$ _& h X, z qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ L- E H' B) @6 L) {5 o3 @9 e2 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / j+ b' c7 ^! L+ e
2 I+ T, S0 a/ c9 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; E* Z# y8 U8 s: d% Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
: @ `. b3 o+ k2 A" K+ y# `4 LHow you tried to set them free, ) V* J- x* W; r% i+ `+ [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% m( Z5 `2 f {5 ~" @Perhaps they never will. |
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