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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- V4 N/ h$ g" c, O& ?3 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & W7 d; a% R, U0 P) n: C( B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, m+ N ?( Y, } ^# ?/ J' H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- K% j: [4 `+ `1 X" Q0 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ o& ]1 r; s6 i) @/ }( @) [5 Y) |$ m
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 D" Z6 {: [) M4 I+ v& n5 C7 `How you tried to set them free, 1 I, q2 B7 t4 h$ }' p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! q Q6 d& T7 x6 ^% x/ S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 E1 D! U4 n& ?# `1 ?$ |9 v; O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * M. k, y* T( l( q! r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 g+ v" L) @& Q- n6 c/ v- Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 ]' _9 Q; j- Y7 Q2 J: ~; q& u
4 V6 x( K7 W* T0 Q8 b5 f4 P0 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % X* X: |' L" A. C5 Z: P$ P+ I1 N E' z- M2 Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , O( D! K) E6 I1 N, E' ~) w4 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : t% U: x0 E E$ j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! c4 s- I# k0 B5 ~& Q2 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ o; Q/ }% W! u9 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & `8 Y. o8 W, ~+ `* }: l8 v2 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& [- l; p1 }. X1 e4 g$ O7 _; ~The 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, . O0 H4 a t2 N, }
How you suffered for you sanity,
) V6 b+ w5 c0 Z/ N+ U; @) L# HHow you tried to set them free,
1 ^, H9 |5 ^2 y" {& ]1 c" [( SThey would not listen they're not listening still, " P2 R; o2 ]. p$ ^* P" g0 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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