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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) t/ k% I. @$ u* |' U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 `9 ^! L/ k$ j- ?$ |. RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 K; p N, e/ S1 V5 a9 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& s% r( ]0 W m0 y! d& K* C" qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 y! c3 A. \% t0 P0 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ O2 \$ Z, @* g2 ^How you tried to set them free,
& ?; L- }) D4 M8 Z; sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 k8 o, P8 {: A4 m$ T( \2 a2 ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " @# E9 L5 y) N% S8 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 u- r( ^! c% V4 P8 w7 o6 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! r$ Q$ }1 L8 l/ }( m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; z. r1 q& b. q5 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 w, w2 {) w) Q7 L' BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; K7 [$ a0 @- X9 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- D4 k/ ~6 b v# H1 F9 s6 GBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 G! O( t' O# n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 X& g4 \8 z; {* @6 h7 q) u
9 w1 Z* ]1 o( ~" rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 P$ d, k% R# |/ d: V5 o7 j; g8 z& y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ }6 P+ V; I5 L WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ V9 P) I5 J7 M' E7 {7 K) zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " R$ z: q6 ?( R" `+ y8 c; n m
+ ]. L0 o8 I& Y( O( i! CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 q6 W1 v+ P! k1 @6 j: SHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 [' d) [& O7 R) eHow you tried to set them free, ! g0 n8 n, \7 ?! b" d& D, i, P
They would not listen they're not listening still, " j; E( {# L3 C6 p* |5 D: l7 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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