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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - f6 w" \- e2 T: t; `' G0 h3 T1 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; Y- m; m" v) F0 v$ }# [$ L; z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ A; P: E" T' U V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ K i' ]4 N, J' ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: _7 B. J& I9 b+ ^How you suffered for you sanity, 2 I* I3 S ]# n! y$ P8 m/ p! s% f$ q
How you tried to set them free, 2 |4 q+ I) }: a6 ^2 m* H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 _- J' A. X$ _4 u* n( i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. }" S0 ]' b9 }7 I6 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ n2 D u# i0 l0 |3 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ a0 C& s2 ?9 [9 c: O! \3 h2 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , \. K) N1 R- U5 B
6 m2 A) @. v: ~* }8 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 e4 Z G( x, v6 n6 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# X2 y B, M* k: X7 m. j( MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! g5 m" x1 F( h# ]But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 ~; G. X2 Y6 r- r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 l9 D+ T4 o& ?9 R) ?. r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, _- |' J1 |! x1 Y/ ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% P2 U. x% X4 F: I: I5 d) `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- F5 n; E1 Y) D" W3 H7 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . s- d" I @* J! {4 j0 k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 ~ R" Y& u+ E [
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 g$ d' p" v6 s$ d, J1 nHow you tried to set them free, * I# \! O8 O Q R+ [4 t$ H. R; C
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 `* K) ~# h" _" l/ i5 {. R
Perhaps they never will. |
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