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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: [! p( h+ E" g( _! y& Z: h' {& mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 j5 d% E3 L+ a) ]/ |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 Q9 P: {, J3 C% m. \0 T6 E QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' X5 }" I1 y5 m. qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# F/ U' q+ a+ e! t& M3 t+ [8 K
How you suffered for you sanity, / ]8 [$ k- u( I+ f
How you tried to set them free,
) ~$ p5 o; W0 e- UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : B1 _- Y0 T- y& a1 v& k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ G- [# P0 s# Q3 s5 G! ?1 y+ H9 e3 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / ]3 ], {( M. a& c5 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , p, D" L7 h& j1 K6 P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 k0 L+ h( K4 I* ^4 V& B9 V( G
* H5 p+ i, g+ o& M6 `8 I0 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) s" p1 d4 Z0 v1 p: A% j+ q* B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' d1 I; W9 P) X, S1 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' A! R2 k/ S) z$ p3 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 q$ h- G. z- I& u n$ g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 P9 V# K" v' q/ `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- F/ P3 [* d }' {6 w4 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 r7 ` ~' B3 j4 A3 \; u1 W3 [8 s( y9 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ ^. r& j2 }2 Y8 W
' K: R) e1 j; ^6 E7 k p8 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 a. K3 d+ j! l( mHow you suffered for you sanity,
* l( R. r1 R* p& k' n& u: C) cHow you tried to set them free,
8 N" ~/ Z/ h. a# H Z: yThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! K; \8 H! S- M4 \$ N/ Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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