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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % {! S }* `% a* S1 L, @& B( p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' x, W- Q. l0 F5 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' Y4 f6 E4 \9 @) [3 q4 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. R4 t0 ~+ U6 t: ?, INow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 E+ t* {2 m1 w
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 U, K! G0 f. b: Z
How you tried to set them free,
* [: o. z& A, N/ l/ l! B6 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 e6 w" A& ]3 j0 i9 p& n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 Z2 t- O) j8 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' E1 s# r9 L+ m" L! nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 b9 i, e. T3 U4 x* P7 [+ s& KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 `6 \1 a, [5 F) w; ~4 h9 S
7 l4 G0 [- Y- S" w. i) UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ S2 _5 h6 V7 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 v/ N* M- h3 O# Y k8 |+ t7 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & m% I& ~! `/ j2 {( W8 w" A' N/ q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- U& Z; W! r" \& R6 _5 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) N# m* C9 b, f# T4 I1 d3 |/ [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) I N) N" C/ O* A+ e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # u! s" |2 @( l; j& p+ i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: d }) ^% n7 cThe 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, ; p8 }8 X$ }6 A s4 u7 j# Q
How you suffered for you sanity,! \. X! h7 u; @) {% e3 j
How you tried to set them free,
* b6 h( c/ P7 H- kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 G1 @0 D$ v5 p6 R& ?* mPerhaps they never will. |
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