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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : Z. y$ \/ @$ u* v. Y( R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * @- A; u4 P( ~8 B" T7 R( _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" I" ?0 [" m+ F: Q! UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; s3 a$ r' P8 K/ o% @5 c" L8 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& E9 a, o, a, \9 A' W5 s3 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 a D' s" j7 r3 E; eHow you tried to set them free,
8 n9 X5 D4 t; J4 W* NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 r$ L* t% f" C0 T' [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 M' b$ G8 y; O. V! J" M: fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# W k2 m; F, X4 ^" ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 Z! T6 o& C$ I2 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 i" \! s5 K8 ]7 r/ g0 s% @
: m/ g+ @ x$ q. r" P0 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 a! h- n+ {9 B. ?4 |! j% W9 W# LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 ~$ |! R. c7 H- wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" M0 w4 w& I2 dBut I could have told you, Vincent, : O7 B$ _# U. t3 k2 _0 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 ]: w! e, B- _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" ^/ p |( o. Y' K# kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 ^0 R$ a3 A% |, w/ v+ p" C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 \& N' V( O2 \& f% H
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, ; E! i( O1 Q1 Z( u/ X; w6 y1 J
How you suffered for you sanity,) R V' o: Q% u* ]
How you tried to set them free,
& E& ]" ~' o' hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& @: a* x- d% O. lPerhaps they never will. |
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