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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* _" A k' D+ b/ k* R& r% ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 I2 w* S- b/ ^) pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," w0 @6 J8 U: Z* A3 l! C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 j, b5 r! a, k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 b F8 E6 [3 Q9 ~7 c- L w9 N3 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
* Z, v& L5 G. C a9 U3 T5 sHow you tried to set them free,
+ N) ~6 R$ P2 h: p& m* aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( c6 H2 {7 l6 x4 |* v% kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 g. N; z: q2 ]! W+ }; OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ h5 X; F$ X& ~1 q2 [) oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, P" x4 @9 z9 U# C8 S4 ~1 SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# W' h- J5 b6 S' ~0 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 ^9 M2 t7 h3 T0 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 S$ N5 n( M2 ^: f6 f/ p; E" _You took your life as lovers ofter do, % v* }- J! K5 v9 }! G: a% h
But I could have told you, Vincent, - L$ B4 X* }: X/ {4 ?; P6 S. |. g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , h8 ]* r9 Y' A( h
- t3 ^! l ~! k# `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 O9 ^1 r$ T8 u* o6 gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 A1 K8 c/ O+ t6 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" i5 s t. a* r4 W) QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % o8 K+ p: o, C2 C5 J' {
" _: q& O! }1 s1 o( CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - m. P; h0 l Y/ b% o
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 |0 a1 Z" H3 ?6 a! [How you tried to set them free,
, J9 r8 W" M. U& a- s+ NThey would not listen they're not listening still, * j7 n/ W5 @7 W# `# R$ q
Perhaps they never will. |
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