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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 p( L; Z4 m* D9 O6 [3 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . ^7 u' w+ h; N, h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- q }$ f3 j9 L; V0 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ y, ?4 a3 w8 n0 @8 `3 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! [: j& F: j o" D. qHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 E" b) M! L+ i7 U2 f) r' O
How you tried to set them free,
! c+ r6 i6 l9 `9 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 n4 L) w1 I7 Y: R9 o+ m! q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 t% p, G5 L% m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 }# h- ^8 z( x' P4 b7 c' [, JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ u+ g Y: s3 X2 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - {: u% n; Z! O7 o
& b+ |. ^% R3 d, ]; _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 M6 F# x% Z! h6 p) [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ b; h; T1 L9 E/ r1 L! B: _+ e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& G! j) s0 U; x: o* u. d" I5 E1 gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* b: r' B& Q% d L- |7 XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# z) N! b9 q" \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 P g* }. E9 ?# tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! m, _ m0 x# R$ Q9 P; k1 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ g( y+ j. l7 ?The 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, , G' ~' G1 q+ H$ U
How you suffered for you sanity,/ v0 ^; @# F w6 J! [
How you tried to set them free, 1 B0 E$ L3 A( y; e/ }
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 L6 M, l. _4 I1 g/ B/ y
Perhaps they never will. |
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