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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. j" _- s* ^/ ~* ~$ `/ U8 f* x5 f; eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 d; `) C& B) i9 X4 e7 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' d% h! |: L% l1 ]: p* |% ^& T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 D A }% b7 q3 f7 i. x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: V+ z! B; Y: K( J
How you suffered for you sanity, + W- x1 o N3 E4 |, l* S6 u
How you tried to set them free, $ N1 J; @2 T+ g( J/ I7 |) P. C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
h9 C$ @) t0 Q5 B+ Z( x8 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) l# g" N2 N0 X8 ^( f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 @- W) ~, Z' k) Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 n% @' V/ J; B- ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & r" m5 ]5 }- X5 U
2 b- Z6 f$ e B1 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* D. |6 r5 q8 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- C0 h) R) T/ y. d* G2 X2 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " \1 l& ^% V5 H/ z2 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. \, r+ X7 C' n {4 j2 T) _; a. S, aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , V! M! w% N! u; u* S: j# y
) [6 Q+ {3 ]* H! b/ u& AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, e- o7 g5 b1 _" h+ z# mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, X3 z/ ^8 n5 Y% R3 ]& `5 z8 l5 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ J6 |& W9 C8 K* eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * @0 l- T& M) ?. y; S6 ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 E |4 w1 A5 T6 hHow you suffered for you sanity,* ~ n8 Y' v% I# t+ y
How you tried to set them free,
% [2 ^7 u# q6 f, H7 w0 U! r3 \They would not listen they're not listening still,
: ^# j( n5 C5 _1 XPerhaps they never will. |
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