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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 I- l& d' L1 g$ G$ a Q) pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 I2 M P3 S, A1 @! PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ v: p' S) @ ] n8 g% L$ E' KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# C* P+ j9 @ e, iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 w3 j2 I2 H1 ^. P& e! ^, gHow you suffered for you sanity, . j* G5 Z- U" b, \
How you tried to set them free, ( q* P4 {9 |' R1 G* Z. f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ H5 X$ h4 B) I+ f, ]& aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: b% p" b- I+ T8 m- E: dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , U1 A. v6 t g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & O- \3 l7 Z: d7 d4 h2 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) B+ R: z- A+ n5 N; M
0 s+ C/ W( P- i9 H# m3 b) P3 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! u9 {/ W5 W8 o) g+ l3 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 g0 H5 x* a$ Q4 D0 y* sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 M# Z' D9 A* `# d# X4 \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( o+ q/ Q, I9 F+ XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, B) m* `2 p* y' k' E* ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, F. ], p* C7 m" z% i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& d5 K! ^+ L6 |& ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ d; ?- A' ^( rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 o& F9 V, }& q/ K1 C, l: v) ]
# | r& f& [ T9 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 u" [, @8 C( ~+ s# Y! l7 \
How you suffered for you sanity,( ?; a4 P/ e" L$ D4 H- \
How you tried to set them free,
& M7 P8 E* X. t* l" YThey would not listen they're not listening still, t$ V# T' |& ?: R
Perhaps they never will. |
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