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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! M' Z5 m; t. wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , a- h$ E* c6 s$ R f" j0 P' t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 N$ a! e3 G$ u zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! o, Y0 \, ~# h( m. R# n- J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' }$ l* v8 L) Z, [9 RHow you suffered for you sanity, ) V* o8 f( n8 N6 U* D- B
How you tried to set them free,
, K: O( T. S: S' HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, T o/ B; A- j$ C- R, mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " C- W9 I: l# ?: E# S# p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ ?) C, x& I; O7 u2 b2 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ ?- S: `/ A) z* |( o$ `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 Q1 E! y7 f# a1 l
I; k G3 v3 P* Y1 I! ~; n1 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( S/ l$ n2 y, e0 j. I7 U" h' o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 {$ W( g& P/ }0 l) X0 `& C: GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 V/ U A& q7 ]9 C! C. y6 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 ]) R% c' @/ L) c# SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - J3 n* l% p6 {) ^# J0 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 g$ G- `8 u, g" @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, B. F0 Q1 l, }+ }; s) e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 ~% F+ i7 _2 S2 M2 q. `' a
$ }. c" ?- F4 n3 U* R$ E* TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 S* i; q$ h$ k6 mHow you suffered for you sanity,2 ]# V( z' g$ ?6 t- f, I. B. @6 b6 Q
How you tried to set them free, 3 _+ a# H! g5 T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" H- k+ ]7 y* v; p+ E0 m YPerhaps they never will. |
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