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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " P4 S: L/ g. |2 V, {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ W, ^/ }/ G2 j/ B8 C0 @4 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. Q% R/ l% }4 J0 C- N9 D n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: @& f- f3 Q* ?* [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& ?. ?7 q7 e, T& PHow you suffered for you sanity,
' ~- x5 \) Y: X4 LHow you tried to set them free, . N+ S. |7 k! m; p- ^3 f- I5 H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; { V% K' K$ R- n+ l6 h. C6 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 O' P! {. q4 |/ k* [9 D: vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: b6 ^: K" X+ wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 Z: Q) q1 B* D% r v) Z- ?9 D' K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 w1 K" C3 F# |8 L9 e, d
) ~4 w( N9 ^+ c5 P3 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! N D$ [* Z* D3 i! OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 a% d4 p/ ?8 D- E+ I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 x) @6 w3 A# y) @& P$ bBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 N+ W- L* d0 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 R* ]* R5 i8 T! @1 g
- s9 _8 w! w* {4 T* V6 v! q/ V# f# cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 V4 _- [. F9 Q9 tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & @8 d8 v5 ?7 ]7 ^ L; C/ o1 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: K) [! R) o3 B/ L. {5 G$ Z* _% OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # o7 W! ~$ \9 n1 e4 B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 s$ Z: o/ x6 ]( B. D5 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 s, Z3 F% A( y) `How you tried to set them free,
" D1 B8 V" h% ], z2 l! j l6 JThey would not listen they're not listening still, , L* ]! I! |- {: S# p' h( T2 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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