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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ I: Q# x- S" Y7 g$ l6 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % Z& ?) O7 o/ z8 h5 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ ?/ P& d# h$ c% Z1 C1 O/ w4 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( d% l# q7 h. {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 h- d1 B. d! x" T' ?How you suffered for you sanity, ! k( P- p6 M$ @
How you tried to set them free, 6 ] ^3 R) n# G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 J, ^' c' y! u. A% o' f; y9 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 }2 j. b) v3 A0 h# H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 N2 c! `6 ~* j9 C, PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, W& m8 J K% l' l; lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( _. u$ y' z/ V. |3 r8 h! @
3 J, `* C( @* g7 ~# s) kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 J' F( M/ s6 I2 p% xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 h. b) o+ ~- Q; ]6 S% AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 o9 {( f' K6 `$ }2 `, |
But I could have told you, Vincent, & d$ o# S8 [& j. V: G# Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 ~* c; G& p) Q. f1 ~; U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( G; t% p! s* T* \0 K7 J/ EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 [; A4 j% S( ]$ |. |& H; h+ j$ r6 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& L2 \* Z# _7 [6 {, [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 _5 H$ l- J; G! p- Z( B! rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: }1 x+ p3 N3 R) rHow you suffered for you sanity,& _$ A# J: y$ |; e7 C
How you tried to set them free, 6 `9 l9 f) a; l- ?% t
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 B2 S! e1 o2 H4 Y' [
Perhaps they never will. |
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