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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / }1 }- e! o4 h" v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 F; U/ G, S% jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 Q6 r5 M2 O8 W& K0 X- o0 _" }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' J% w" b* w3 C6 w$ h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( s! i% L( N; ]+ S$ p, y) }
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 A' D$ E) o1 F& X* g; gHow you tried to set them free, ( Y( X# C% r( r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 @' D# I: V$ s( sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 \: x$ V8 ?# eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ N m, F- ]! a8 u/ ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
b: C4 S, [6 X& o! F pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' }* R6 l: N! O3 I7 U# q
6 g8 ]/ N# A* t C! e' Y( jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' Q# X5 B; Q& n$ V; [3 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 A( a2 I, M3 U1 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! g8 J' h$ ^; h+ P! y% u4 u
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 o8 s7 q( V7 Z4 O3 R( T& I! v F: I9 e( C- e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # V3 L. c' s( j* B
]4 W& h$ | p( RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" Q8 p: ^% P/ K; E2 \+ v* P0 K2 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: w, O; Z+ A9 ?7 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - ` w( l1 K; L5 J5 n+ j
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,
7 X$ z1 {: E$ aHow you suffered for you sanity,( Y+ e" }4 z0 z; a- O! K4 f8 V, L
How you tried to set them free, # s, G8 ], Q9 L5 b8 p* K6 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' g1 E& O7 B6 x0 C6 ?6 V# k( OPerhaps they never will. |
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