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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ^4 c$ {5 ^& w! ]# YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % k# a8 _) I8 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- h4 g4 p, k2 q1 f/ HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 U/ o4 d; _2 i" q9 x+ R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) ?3 z7 H; s% e; f( c% B+ y
How you suffered for you sanity,
; S [9 F' O: r/ A8 {) V; \How you tried to set them free,
6 Z n" \3 k. W# ~' }( p% h8 UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 U9 f" o! C# _0 @3 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' |) m8 j$ Y0 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 {; ]7 ^' `+ K9 w) d# \" A, {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 R* E( T$ u$ K9 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; w: e( V3 W' d8 I. ~- E/ s I1 p( D6 f
% v% b' x4 ?, l' `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % x+ u8 }" H ]$ z: N# C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% X+ r5 Z7 b+ q0 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& \4 X: X+ U9 i. I1 k6 |1 X- KBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 t/ i- j; M/ l! K7 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; `% c4 m0 ?" hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ ?. ^# }0 \0 h: H" d6 T9 X# [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 w* h) O3 [. {, P5 B" U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 e/ l" q" B( d* d# Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " c/ q7 Y: B* S; M( P- h
How you suffered for you sanity,4 l7 ^5 Z, k, E6 b$ H% w+ Q
How you tried to set them free,
0 `- h C9 D1 @( v% cThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 _+ o, p" F: ]; L" C1 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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