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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 i1 w+ i" X( r- a2 V: BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 d O6 g9 r) g, u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 {0 z: u/ Y) O n, b& O5 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. V( f6 x, r! J% Q/ V6 T' t9 X& a5 U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" z4 z' I: W$ MHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ n+ Z6 {! ]* r \2 y/ e: ~8 iHow you tried to set them free,
* v! q1 C) Q& ^) F0 h: Y' TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " @6 r8 f+ b* f1 S) I9 O# i8 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! w* o; Q0 k, x2 p9 p) D$ M: S+ ~/ ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 y0 R$ G- @1 h2 d2 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 [/ X% y$ i2 f w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 l; b# ?: b8 i0 [# f" d# [ V& }7 b
8 J0 L+ e+ p( W3 X9 a$ A4 H- bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ _6 U/ X8 }# k/ B$ V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) B- G0 e& ~6 f% y2 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ ] G4 Q$ r+ h9 H( e
But I could have told you, Vincent, c! h5 o, }2 ?/ U/ F9 c% s5 C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # s8 L4 b. G6 \( m0 m6 f4 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 r/ \7 [( B- ~# NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : \' _! {% y R0 N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. y/ @6 A: R2 F- ]! I# {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( p5 W: W/ ]9 ]9 z3 X
How you suffered for you sanity,( W( R2 ^0 d2 R1 e- n) k; E9 G
How you tried to set them free, 1 o f' ^& g6 h' [, w+ }
They would not listen they're not listening still, & |; V+ d' _& g5 m/ f/ O# k
Perhaps they never will. |
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