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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - M0 q1 ^! w5 R: t* o1 l8 c2 y# e: _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 i4 l- J6 P" m( [1 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 V8 r- K, ?% W4 }# k0 r4 x4 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " g2 |7 A5 [6 k2 r0 d, k9 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ `# c* z& w: N! Y5 ^! m3 e6 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
; W- H" x# \5 f5 F/ p; SHow you tried to set them free, 3 n4 Y, f( P l& `* R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * H) }" N* A4 q4 b+ Y5 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 i( p! Q0 Z. P Z' Z5 y( |3 S% c; B/ b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 ]& j( D! B. W/ O6 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 }$ b8 |) }9 Q2 M) { W# I6 H* KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % h& a. v" T6 C$ |/ O$ `9 \; z
- m; I# X) F. G" X ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) ~0 d0 e" t( o! V$ z9 N' h' }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, O4 \* }4 y0 m' G6 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 d' O% m2 z8 W) ~' xBut I could have told you, Vincent, . z% S9 d$ y: D- S0 l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ K+ G2 g" G2 W ~
, r3 U2 \! n D+ E5 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% _1 I3 N/ u- t6 I) Q, hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' g: Y# z- t/ U1 x6 D/ tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, n% \4 R4 e! S) j c8 D n7 `
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,
u3 t' S3 J( aHow you suffered for you sanity,4 r4 T3 k& j5 t ~( X
How you tried to set them free, 7 w- v1 p. h; h* J" H1 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, [) `& K5 ^' Q) |; l/ E4 m4 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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