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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, p8 v- r1 g( N! B4 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ L9 Y, t! e+ W+ v( YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ Q( c! M% R- U' A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- L2 i) q* m$ G9 ?) cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 J) C N4 Q2 N: P1 rHow you suffered for you sanity, : U2 t3 Z" K0 R @
How you tried to set them free,
$ e" O% T. g, x! u4 l* UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 H' O9 Z: q/ Y/ g$ P3 r2 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. f6 ]9 I; n3 o! j4 t. ^# V. vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % K q2 z& c% v1 F( b' K5 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & k% J: s& G! z. u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) U. P, u' y8 q# O/ Q! \
5 { {0 R0 h) D. Q0 Z5 X e: ^* t! I( XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) W# k5 o- H A3 z' DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 r4 j% \' `* g* m( I1 {6 l; Z9 m9 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * U4 q0 j# ~" ^: A* _
But I could have told you, Vincent, - l5 P# u& m# j( D7 p8 {/ D$ e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 y3 d; s$ a* Y; }3 E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 J* O. S" r2 J, o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 K: m+ l& V. j' z( O) F( Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' K7 O2 _$ Q8 i' o3 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( R6 g m# M& L' w, ~# `, m: K6 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- L, q( c" K2 L4 U( {( a* ]" iHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ H* ?2 p% l0 {5 V% J. ^How you tried to set them free, 9 Q* U* w: Z; m
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 `" i1 B% w x+ U- }+ ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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