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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 q+ m& ~2 A2 I1 b& LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% O" F$ i c, {1 p. k! NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& G# n9 d, ]( q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ u2 B8 h* ]% N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: L3 u) y9 ?4 H9 D9 x! T" hHow you suffered for you sanity, ! _9 A$ t( r3 A# X/ S
How you tried to set them free,
. h1 S6 T/ H/ e) t3 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 v' ^/ r) h( N! B* eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 l: b* w2 u% d. ~- G' L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ~) G$ M6 M& F0 ^& d* a J( a/ j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% |; F- [, k6 I) ?" vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 n& h- @) d8 A& sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# y7 m% B* m3 y9 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % E6 a6 K& j2 p. Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - ?5 h5 ^; S7 |( y/ A" ~4 |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ ]/ F4 n, ?1 D7 @8 S6 ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; {* v! h0 z" t9 M7 T% U+ oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# a7 B3 G3 e2 b0 C9 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ d! t- G) q5 o7 |6 K8 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 j4 c; |# j2 Q5 l5 S3 z! x: ^2 w& [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * k6 k6 }2 ?4 y) c
6 Y$ g/ N( y: o0 s# X) m- kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 L, K: f4 p5 V, v2 ~1 C' c+ L9 V5 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
8 r* G8 [" n8 }5 R) g% w6 y$ JHow you tried to set them free,
, s7 S% o0 R( ?. b& ^) g9 \They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 x( c4 W, L( O. Z1 y- V* ?, d5 I& b
Perhaps they never will. |
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