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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 ]. U g4 v4 d7 Q* J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) N6 k- A; d0 ^$ x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! C$ `- O/ {6 M3 J: s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; V. A# J6 g# ]3 A2 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. R3 c3 D( p# j: H! A/ _- y
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 h( P. Y) y8 AHow you tried to set them free, 4 D2 @4 F" C8 p$ h1 F1 t% U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - j1 H3 ?! Z) q; C% G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( P6 V1 f& p* K+ S. rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 F8 n2 C+ q9 [4 u& R a/ i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% Q h7 \& f6 }3 n) {$ `7 I% r. GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) o! @ a2 ]8 ^ G9 | |+ N% F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 u$ O3 Q7 b$ LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 H3 q6 n% Q& |2 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" |- M/ `# y; L3 ~( R- iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 o( _ k0 v5 T9 {$ ^! p5 `6 ^* E! gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * g- X. T# l2 O
6 `# }4 |; i6 H5 |3 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% }! {( N+ V1 k2 _: P, HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 O. l$ h9 m' x L# Y2 ~0 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; @$ A% E0 _8 M. K" g4 H) xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) a( D( H! z- e$ Y( D0 L7 K. U
) }! [' q1 w7 R- e8 q/ |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ y( ~9 Q, N ~# g/ f* nHow you suffered for you sanity,$ `& R9 f* r5 I
How you tried to set them free,
W( T+ j# ~$ N! ~2 [- J0 eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 `+ H& ]4 D+ e+ f6 ?% r) WPerhaps they never will. |
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