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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # t0 z9 M6 Z& Z1 Z; b% Q; z) S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! Q$ h. M8 i% a- }, D& u" TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, [" g& E4 J# ^% X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* W' c8 k1 {& W* E. hNow I understand what you tried to say to me," V( b) S# X% u3 c9 R I
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 G/ F& [7 ~7 ]* Y
How you tried to set them free,
& e9 j1 I8 V" Q; ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 e% f. }' V, KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- S) {, ~, E3 N! k: q& ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & l8 j, y/ r7 [& _9 y: d0 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 ?1 V; F" ?0 `- g" r' G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 A; i& t0 T" L* f! L2 H
" ]' @. H, R7 _8 u3 T! }/ j, XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 e6 b& s' T S0 V/ ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . R# G( M8 [% N; ^) Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 B. [$ j7 Y" z7 ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ O5 K1 e8 l+ H6 V+ Y8 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* u6 {4 c1 `: Q2 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * o/ f2 l0 s- u& p; n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) |1 ^/ |0 C% z# n6 f$ ~; q7 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 c1 N1 c$ ?: {9 i6 y) r# U- l' _: GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 b" R8 O, ]: ?: D
! k: L! Q6 M. j6 D' [/ E9 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: L% a4 @& b0 j0 H6 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
' A8 V6 g$ f. {How you tried to set them free, + D5 t6 p% W2 Q% |6 J# a
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( n# l8 ~1 p9 p2 k4 O! g. Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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