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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# B1 u+ ^. y+ s. Q. N" ]5 E$ C @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - p1 Z8 {5 o+ J2 X1 Z1 H( k7 G- G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 b7 c+ Q/ y# q s8 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 J. i& a4 P v0 y( k! C6 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 A5 a& B0 Z1 Z! L1 Q8 y/ _" A$ NHow you suffered for you sanity,
! [8 Z Z" Z4 E8 g. i4 oHow you tried to set them free, 0 A9 s6 a3 Z6 u2 X4 n* Q5 w* U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + i' p% \" Z# ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; y$ a( M, S+ I- l, ^( ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 W/ h( b. m8 _$ E$ V' Z- _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 V' S3 D$ E3 ?1 |( C7 l; dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + I# \# T( a B+ g
+ `" Z4 ]5 T* K, L$ GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 S4 A! F( a( @& `: {% `( _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# G1 l5 L0 G. B& I8 `/ rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 L/ S8 z* |% W% ^) J" \
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) B0 G4 |5 i4 a- c! m% C* t! R3 L3 b* H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; ]4 z o4 _" t5 ~2 t( o$ P
( o- \+ O5 M6 S2 w- FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 l4 V1 J; C" m, ]0 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 }0 Y. L. a9 u: p% T& R# XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" N# ?: m4 p" d+ B& l- J4 xThe 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, 2 G+ S+ O/ y$ N
How you suffered for you sanity,- Z* ]8 n b9 N4 O3 }& v
How you tried to set them free,
0 V& o, Z# e: B! A9 BThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' h& g i1 j. E# _
Perhaps they never will. |
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