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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! w- Y4 Q6 d, ^2 W. eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 E; U5 ]( l G& Q4 @* bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 @; o& [4 c8 ^, W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) M6 j+ S# y+ r3 m S+ X; UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ ?# X2 n9 R b5 |. }5 _How you suffered for you sanity,
; h0 V+ M" b4 VHow you tried to set them free,
7 f: [% X7 R# F, U6 PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % L& f. N" Z) z2 G1 B. L' V0 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " v& @! {- B1 I5 u/ i* H6 d! K6 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . B) r& N3 A9 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# W9 c5 p: O3 j& nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# P. m1 w2 K: N2 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 a3 z- H; _% Q* j7 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + e$ h, M0 x- n' X- X# U: S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ K. {- ^( F; N2 a# J' U: QBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 \1 e, U% x5 G: M* @8 B; ^) }" R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / s1 m4 o( f; g1 k' [$ N
. B) S$ g2 o* c( c" U6 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 x% M; |. q% Q7 L( `2 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % s- G4 |! o2 `" Z' i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ E" v& ?# y5 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# f5 e/ g* L# t3 E4 \6 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : s" _1 D4 X# C& }0 v+ Q1 M
How you suffered for you sanity,6 L% S3 p- \8 \! V/ K" }0 ~
How you tried to set them free, % D* I( R. q3 B2 ?4 ~3 c( W, L
They would not listen they're not listening still, ~4 b- q. j4 [0 h# n6 }# Y, r) n
Perhaps they never will. |
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