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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" z% r/ ]3 N, Y1 V! K: P& K* w" l, tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 r: B( E" T# {: Q7 S/ k* b9 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- r6 o; |' j" v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 A, ?6 _6 |% N$ L/ \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 g4 N3 g- W `. f" b9 mHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 J# Q; m: S: v6 S1 |
How you tried to set them free, $ P- _: G a. D: s" K# O7 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) H) S' E) S S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, H. G" v5 Y: M$ H1 f$ F2 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ O# j& C( g0 ? \- JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % N6 b- ]' Q; ^3 ?3 G( l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . \$ I5 p! V/ z/ G+ K% l3 }7 d
- `' I$ Y- G- S! G& u+ J7 DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; F* g4 H+ |. W/ D* C7 }# d4 D, uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 I$ j( x2 ^* a3 O4 r6 c2 wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 j4 a/ R) N5 q2 u2 l& u1 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 ~5 B% _: p2 F! P! m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 D1 N. r7 x2 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; s+ y, C9 t I' i( j7 A3 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / K7 A; o! ^1 I) j2 Q5 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # g7 z* S- V1 P( S, Y1 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # W. q0 E9 q8 r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & T+ p } m* O/ u3 E; `
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ K4 y) i0 X) d2 zHow you tried to set them free, % F. c6 p; t* J+ k+ W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 K0 H" W& r3 n5 v6 ~! MPerhaps they never will. |
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