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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& a2 j; E$ O/ I& `1 e! hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# P8 k- F. m! R. p- f# hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ M* b+ I" {0 X0 @7 f5 ~9 |7 K/ BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 E6 \! D# S$ W5 U4 O1 L9 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ F* }8 t4 R# \( M1 C! u( P/ }- aHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 D1 ~# N4 p" `6 G% x
How you tried to set them free, ( B# R. a4 f6 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. Q4 j' P6 ]5 C- M( l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 O3 A9 @* v: @0 E& @& o7 R' ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 W3 s0 b- m% N$ w2 Q% H1 b1 T2 O7 I( e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) c9 m( W4 H( U8 J; e3 YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . V3 K, s& `/ ]: a" F! K
8 L+ I" z4 _4 Q% F0 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( l: P! H! M0 ]- ^, X+ { Q) v. Y0 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! F- O2 i! A; G) ~: N! ~8 x. |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ N: o$ Q- l: K1 G9 k2 ^7 C9 \But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 c* E# f- _6 F) ], KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 Y% C3 G4 z- A& f8 [/ W/ E
! z6 k$ ?9 m) O7 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % W- g. z; T( V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 H$ B1 J* L8 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% E3 x5 o5 S( H; w% i/ i% o3 L, wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, b" B$ _( H. F9 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( D" q3 A! Z l4 oHow you suffered for you sanity," G- V$ X$ i. H: v" E7 p( h
How you tried to set them free, 1 s+ b' n a1 Z. C& @& [2 n+ V
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' ^4 z0 `/ K9 ]: o$ {- L, ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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