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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- e% h" c$ P7 T5 V: m) @3 X# i8 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " ~0 n: z4 Q6 n; V4 b/ ~" `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) X4 h( Z$ @4 p! d/ rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) I l. Y; T2 W9 x/ i4 X; eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) s+ q' v5 {6 i! HHow you suffered for you sanity,
' T3 f% h& ~+ m. y- C7 RHow you tried to set them free,
* g0 \8 A4 K5 i( G+ ~3 Z IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 G$ B; j1 U( h* {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* l2 M. z ]* g$ QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; C* }0 `9 ~1 e/ q9 Q2 @8 y$ M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ f) G1 p0 Y0 a' } C' g! AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' H: R0 v8 H6 G$ A' g4 f7 h
1 [ y5 T# K3 g7 x) tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' I, i' q0 B4 f: r4 M# w! b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; D9 E0 h$ j6 _9 F: tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) A0 @3 S4 \) n* A* x( v! e0 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' \; _- S9 T9 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& N3 d) \- o1 `" V+ z- N& N4 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 [! d+ z4 V) j$ H5 j7 L4 E( D* ~8 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. K. M9 _9 O% ]# q! |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; H8 p" {) Z0 j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 Q; S/ ]. b* m3 y0 E3 N
" ^+ C+ p) W7 W' s6 \3 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . s% h" B9 h2 a/ [
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ r3 ^6 k% P+ I6 ?6 A# @How you tried to set them free,
" ?* t {; k' w7 k/ WThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) g j( p e, W0 a. e
Perhaps they never will. |
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