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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) h+ P" {* z# F" k# [5 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- s/ v/ O' m; I \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
M4 ~1 Q6 a) l/ n% \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. d u4 ~5 M& u& v# Y0 D, i! {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" ]$ |# `; E4 [5 O' WHow you suffered for you sanity,
! ?4 N% `0 `( b7 L0 bHow you tried to set them free, $ Z. U' F6 I" H4 E! ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
]" u, n! \/ L* d9 wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' l. [3 j& d* Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
L, Q' Y/ h$ ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 L" E2 h3 Y: L2 K" y6 F, g: [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 e$ M3 a, a* n6 g4 H; E
M: x$ |% b5 h& BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 s9 B: m" H/ H# c7 Q5 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# x* y7 K, t7 {! S* P. i2 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 G: I d* C |' j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- u1 y' ~3 E' R% P' ^3 C2 [) m9 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 X; x+ h/ i) }& R& q2 ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ C- k: }: y4 w! q; A! cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& t4 F q5 J" r, F0 q: O. L6 E9 `) RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* Y7 N; `1 ~- I. y8 m7 v; {0 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! _: ^* f- {) r
7 p C5 @2 _. _: BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & F8 M2 J0 i: e& [! H, M
How you suffered for you sanity,7 l% M( o$ E: w! g' |
How you tried to set them free, 6 p7 U) f. Y2 K& G2 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 z) z0 J% _( B5 k1 m4 x6 fPerhaps they never will. |
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