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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ y/ M# f' R( O8 h o1 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 e) |" Y9 J8 J, @0 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, E5 V( x( l) N1 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 V8 K4 B- G$ G+ b6 S% c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ ~: K; n1 k; I9 c; j3 n7 `How you suffered for you sanity,
- i1 ?( c% r: s$ D" P. w# h- c3 _How you tried to set them free,
& U8 Y5 T5 P A! T v3 C$ ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 ] }9 L2 w% X4 H9 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: k1 r+ F# H+ k- L9 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, H- d) g0 M" c8 j( r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 [9 J% _4 q ~: O! g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # p; T. V8 D' o* ^4 o3 p
- v1 l2 H% q# H" I2 c8 a6 s. VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# n* q9 U9 n. nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ c$ x7 k3 j/ ?. ], M) iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 L$ a+ v* N) ] @) W, _9 m: v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; B ~5 A3 I6 o0 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' h) L2 L3 _) A$ Q8 D- RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, u+ g, ~% q4 A1 r1 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ c: k9 P* K0 V; I2 y: b$ @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ D" ]/ n1 [7 _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,
1 k( v6 U. V BHow you suffered for you sanity,( X) o+ e4 v# m+ @& A
How you tried to set them free, + `1 C) k1 R6 d" A3 s0 [- q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ Z) m$ e: D" N2 FPerhaps they never will. |
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