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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, y( D. `# R0 X' }0 b9 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 @: O$ T* `7 v _! e: Z% M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 f$ `, ~9 m9 R4 R- {$ I* o. |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 h0 k& b' Z% | R' S4 u: `Now I understand what you tried to say to me, [6 |$ g4 m/ x, M- y9 s% V! G8 x
How you suffered for you sanity, ( _4 p. ?: S3 ^ N$ R5 q4 f B
How you tried to set them free,
9 N8 j: F/ w0 \- Z" x3 jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" z/ R" W$ S9 F2 ]( Y( rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; ?3 y9 Q2 N& z# f' R) gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 y/ e, p7 R6 Z- `' ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( | V- U$ @$ O8 x9 g0 yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# W# Q: j0 u. j6 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 [% a" M3 C" Y% |# D" `, N) ^. DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ ?5 u! S) ^0 f! ^ t H7 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / L. O4 @- ~' m( n/ p' ]. Q+ J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ _: m! {; }& G( b( Y' D$ y0 {+ zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' W& [+ X! O0 T# ~* }
; W8 ]4 k) O$ T; Q- C- g3 W9 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 M0 I+ N1 y! R+ {; ^% c# M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! i# A5 o) D3 r- D0 ]) ?& {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 T" {5 M; O" }& ?7 @6 YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ G4 V* M' p# {2 T0 l" X" O2 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . t* N3 p% l+ r1 p" ]7 x; l/ Z! s4 \9 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
K1 m6 S4 t- u5 n( p: m3 {& `How you tried to set them free,
. B, ~# A$ k b% E ?3 E, a; lThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 T: a8 d9 T/ S! O& X
Perhaps they never will. |
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