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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / X( d/ c1 J( }; f* U0 L9 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 |" M6 `8 Y! p" M4 {) E, a- ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, V: T1 s7 A7 {4 H- T" e9 e w+ x5 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 }" o5 T+ | Q$ u, O# JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, D8 g1 \0 @0 z2 H1 B7 c
How you suffered for you sanity, / A3 P/ K5 L" s3 a- i0 N# d9 f
How you tried to set them free, ! ~1 s/ m: f# ]% O5 |" r) P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( N+ v2 l; d4 s0 Y6 P, e' w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 J# l# r9 q1 x G; xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; e( }: j/ M% ]- ~. M# g& V9 O- [2 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 I; G5 @" [1 ]: M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* m9 T' Z3 e6 s- h, K" C6 q. t2 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . f+ w6 B' A: ^ N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' c9 b- ?9 G1 s, A% e# }8 T F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- C/ [. _( B. }1 }+ P& [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 c) ?; n6 m% a; K: p* p
# U. p. F) ?# ^- J- CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 p4 O0 z. U6 j3 E# i9 i5 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % R; c& {% N8 k- }. G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - J7 J! _+ b3 T7 R' q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 S8 V- h4 N6 A7 U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 m) ^- \7 @2 A/ X( g; ]- fHow you suffered for you sanity,
. j% ^' M, Y; X o0 P* zHow you tried to set them free,
1 p1 d5 Y+ _) b- k# \/ cThey would not listen they're not listening still, : f8 \' P) u) g2 D3 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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