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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- n Q- v2 |5 j" t! b# b0 a6 G1 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " f( _! g4 ^" |8 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; l6 }* T4 M- T/ a' ~2 x. b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 a5 ~7 Y9 _! Z* Y V8 i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 C' \3 _8 M' x' A; NHow you suffered for you sanity, ; `' R0 l. b4 T( d0 L9 z
How you tried to set them free, ! Q% ]4 \9 G8 z. _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % h5 a) U" R: G6 U5 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- P8 n6 q+ m( | ] wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: u0 X# B. i7 _* a0 t1 r0 ^% T% |/ nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " i0 z0 N4 m- G" W# {' E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' t/ }) Y3 B/ @! |/ \/ L7 r7 k' x6 c
4 x8 Z K* F1 K3 q b1 dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 K' \0 J9 k% m. c: `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# }3 ?8 A3 I8 j8 |2 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 [) H5 g- B: c3 M. S3 ~But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 M% ] F- R W* l \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : j1 Q/ X7 s9 o6 N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # v- e& R9 [2 m# P7 J+ p, ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ d* q1 Q0 W6 E/ c) V1 J' t( j8 i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; t& ^/ P: } u& I# _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ {5 _- N; s5 K* z. G& n6 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! P1 e0 N4 a& Y- ~2 t% YHow you suffered for you sanity,& S' m: q3 u8 p+ X% q( \6 D( W
How you tried to set them free,
0 e* f! j1 q) N/ pThey would not listen they're not listening still, + j7 m8 d7 M k0 N- c' Z+ v
Perhaps they never will. |
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