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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ v j/ S: {3 Y2 w5 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * k, t, Z) C5 G: y; O& t3 j6 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 a2 {4 d9 K5 j4 m, E* k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; h0 a2 @; k5 W! U4 W' r9 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 D: [, ]: l8 d2 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
# A# G( W9 W7 S4 zHow you tried to set them free, : p+ L' K: G6 q5 ~' S- |6 g7 Z9 A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' s, j5 k! L' A! T+ H' w ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# c2 j: z2 `5 b% i/ ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! M2 C" v' G9 l8 O, @! J1 E. MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 w- g# f1 Q* W3 H, n; Z7 X" cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. S6 P! G+ r$ U8 {6 M
* t, I# C8 s- C+ LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; y5 W- ]: D" P( t, ^6 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : T& N2 F- ] q+ N# {2 ~0 Z- S5 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 v0 t$ _! t1 u- B/ P$ D( m o
But I could have told you, Vincent, , q# D Y% A" S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; d! u3 H' R! Q( r F/ F9 @( k* ^ NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 H' g, a$ t0 J3 N( tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 @9 o6 G4 Q7 ?5 w# I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 j! D: A5 I& L2 F6 h; B+ K. z% O- |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 s; D6 n0 Y9 o- @% O' _$ s8 t: h
$ C6 m7 k `8 {5 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 q6 d$ ^3 I9 F0 X4 i* QHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ L Q Y/ }2 O+ |How you tried to set them free,
3 l9 I* V5 F2 QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 ]- q$ G+ i+ _2 n7 nPerhaps they never will. |
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