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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & C" q1 s# e( W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 n; b+ a1 c8 O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 Z6 n9 J% E5 B2 L0 }$ J! y! hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# {& o9 Z8 @5 C+ |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 E% |1 f; `# S Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 o! ~9 u3 a3 eHow you tried to set them free, 5 b% H. ]; F/ G4 X8 q2 x. K Q6 f4 f. @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * |, F5 C% p4 e r: b9 {; I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & @5 d: i7 |! A; X* w! E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' k* z7 {9 L, `! v1 t1 EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% @! d& u) ]: r+ MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / |: a3 m( d) z5 d, L: Y7 b
/ b# h. Q8 n2 l$ p' e( ^( ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- d2 b7 h8 K0 C' X8 n+ nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 @/ z& t) u2 e4 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 |; y3 O0 w) ?7 g1 IBut I could have told you, Vincent, # K1 y" ?6 w2 j- `3 q; W2 j( S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! e I# t* S% G
% n" \: w* e8 }2 [* EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) d# n" k9 n+ p2 n3 V! A, kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* X1 ?! c9 }" }+ cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 v) B8 w* P! E2 P+ K CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 A/ T* L% J5 x: _
+ L1 a Y9 h( J3 `' q5 \4 bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( p+ G/ [' M+ I. FHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 a U/ g( N% P+ M% J: v0 IHow you tried to set them free, " _6 e/ X! |- O! t8 M) B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 N% y+ V' C# h o9 s- g% YPerhaps they never will. |
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