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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % u3 d; T* ] i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) J* l0 m6 k; r" ^) [& u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 p7 ?3 I" ^& B0 e, z+ Q! WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
y5 G; O- o1 @+ i' t( F8 _7 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ c- M) J, O: x6 Y; p
How you suffered for you sanity,
* ?% z/ h# h6 h! F( iHow you tried to set them free, F+ j$ W8 H$ ?9 ~- H+ d% ?9 @9 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . N! `. X! S0 ], j2 G/ u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - e# _) ~' ~, x B/ @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - J2 L/ d0 I @7 \% W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ C; E( t/ a' x1 YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - R# f3 }) u; c8 O3 {4 R; i
" b) k3 U/ X* G! {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # |6 t Z, Q2 O# h1 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ Z2 P$ a2 e) B+ c; OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 G: L; @( s$ t/ V( X3 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 z8 z G- P8 q& PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) l/ T7 e. U. W' h7 \2 F1 ^. O$ O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 q+ [8 Z! x& J3 m, V3 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( k& z4 y. f1 C# a0 B0 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 M) B% o* D6 _9 @' L
How you suffered for you sanity,6 E& k8 l1 ], |, `( x0 o
How you tried to set them free, & N, R3 J3 Y2 a5 [. L9 }
They would not listen they're not listening still, / _. o/ l- A! E6 l! s" O9 k
Perhaps they never will. |
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