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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 f' s$ ~- U) }+ ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 b# x8 v9 z* ~! _* {+ m2 a; kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 o6 ]- k2 h7 u6 {3 }4 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " C; s3 k; B; {; Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. r; t8 \6 t# O# {4 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ a' B. [( e7 [% c1 eHow you tried to set them free, 9 M% q# o- O( E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 _; `! `8 ^+ {7 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) P5 ?8 a" ~" @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 \ U, I0 J: E2 T" x2 ]7 _+ s# NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ @1 n$ h( g- n, DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 ~! j! T( t$ U+ `) \
0 J* K) v1 k- T, c9 p" K8 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ^' D" k) I6 ^+ i# Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 h" }0 d* p% u; L+ D3 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" h t2 {& P5 e& o) R1 ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
b: g( s6 v+ B. A' [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' k" Z% v- J( k3 z& [5 V4 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 C% ^& r# `; n/ A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . I2 W$ B/ d0 ~& p# z: b0 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - z+ `8 Y6 m- ]$ L+ y9 W9 b' u
$ g9 x9 u" i8 _$ qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , I# N* p6 E% o! d
How you suffered for you sanity,
, I5 Y( E- i0 X, [How you tried to set them free, 1 n1 x& m% {% m& L3 E) s# O _
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; H& ]& j8 v# B$ A
Perhaps they never will. |
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