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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 q9 ~/ C. P1 J. QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; P0 P( J2 t( k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 y9 L, G1 q5 V: |: o; o+ p5 U7 `1 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 b r. K7 M" a: V7 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& x2 Y c/ q8 @- ?; Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
, Z9 U' H$ p6 M2 Y& e5 |* ?2 nHow you tried to set them free,
1 V+ P# m; O- J9 |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 y5 T3 U0 O* A# Z. ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 \! F# h/ @- B6 U2 }) k" x% |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 M4 S( h8 ^8 _7 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 W! B+ P, Z2 a4 } y& U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 R. I- Y$ s7 I3 u: a
# S1 D, Z& U; H. IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, u1 b1 U2 ~5 G- RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) F% b* _/ o9 m4 @$ r7 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* I! z' u& z* X4 f9 J. W. i2 f; ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
, u6 ?* [! v/ }% n3 X% |' uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& Z7 d+ F' ~/ y# K' xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, o4 e1 p) o" w. Y# m) y) d0 z. k0 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% H2 A% a- e2 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% [2 C0 T* f& o2 X9 A* T2 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& |+ q$ R9 C" }) ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ A9 ~5 s3 J7 [7 d6 m' rHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ z) m- b, o7 T$ ZHow you tried to set them free, ; U- h" F; D" o# U5 s: N! r3 z
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; `, {' E' u$ t" v) w: L, Y# r
Perhaps they never will. |
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