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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. i8 E, c/ }1 M' b, jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. b2 _4 l! Q* {. X8 x) o7 n5 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 `. {. t- `. u" l: R, I/ A9 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + F. M# f; ]) o* [- ]3 j4 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% a/ x6 v% ^( G/ L) W
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 }: @3 h9 ` I; J8 r7 D8 qHow you tried to set them free,
8 j9 s/ z8 P" F+ L4 Q* L- j7 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : O* b, O$ J9 ]+ \ \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: k2 G6 ]" J& j2 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, F6 s; G% G3 @! ]9 A# WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 Y# h5 D w9 z* t# jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + f- ^& N! M# R2 \6 h
4 p6 c' }; ?, F4 ]% g% y/ Z# Q4 `9 f. EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 G, G" z) ]2 J5 r I0 M) N& ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; j6 O6 {: ]# [6 ~/ \* k z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& n: ]" V5 K# [0 z6 IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ Z0 r/ \ W: @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) u* c6 d* {6 A7 ^ a' i/ p, v3 {" n
" d# Z8 G i2 Z: _: SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# ]/ n$ a% V7 ~& o9 _% S& a( V8 a# S! `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 {9 A1 ~' y/ aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 E5 l8 V( s: ^) K4 q# M: s
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, 8 s6 @( Z1 z. n8 m4 A: b
How you suffered for you sanity,, O" Y0 |4 i2 B
How you tried to set them free,
& W+ ^ \2 \ k8 f$ u; t U* {! ?They would not listen they're not listening still, . {+ X& `# f$ P6 o
Perhaps they never will. |
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