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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + d! R! R: f, {/ ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 e, \- G; k0 s6 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# ]) |+ w4 S% y3 c V3 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 @& B& G' S! G9 x3 T% k! WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' `1 M6 q- t" I. q4 `2 o6 X
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 _( o1 p& L. F$ p1 h6 C$ k- f$ U
How you tried to set them free, 6 U7 t. V7 K% P, f6 _9 C( J( Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 U, X+ [# {/ }7 O e N% {4 f% u- EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. E$ j& ?8 a9 }& A S. Z" BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! q4 s) X |- B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) v) c: Y2 ` b* `, P# a: \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 ]( J. F( u; L4 O3 J7 P: w( U
/ T* C; h5 }' k: u$ S3 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * V7 K/ G7 y# L$ V$ a0 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% n+ }" W: ]7 PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! k4 a3 y# s" e! x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, ~2 p6 t2 p3 y/ cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 P/ L4 `3 d) x: ~5 e% H9 Y* U: h" Q
) L$ r& o$ ~1 P$ I9 Z4 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
J+ h7 \7 A4 Z! {( j* e5 D: O& FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 o% |' H! B* C% B7 B8 @* l; i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 U" S9 E! F ^4 C" B' y3 G2 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 x: K: J' g8 }* T, g9 c, T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) ] y" R% w w1 [) T+ S( }
How you suffered for you sanity,: C% m: {0 a9 ?
How you tried to set them free, / @! x/ B: ~* M- F$ v @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 @* ?# s" r( S! _Perhaps they never will. |
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