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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . W1 W4 q, q/ _0 ^0 a1 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 M5 @( v& ?$ R5 I9 W+ O" r, u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 \! |' ?- p3 ]6 Y/ d5 E4 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: K/ R0 y. P& U* _) K7 B" BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% Z& @: E& H' q* }
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 f) g( @/ a( D7 P7 a! DHow you tried to set them free,
* P* `% Y! I% p1 } a0 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 S+ f8 A' H! H/ Y" E/ p0 q m, Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! ?0 T9 Z; a' g$ l8 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( n! c. {: w7 G$ W/ ]# ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; ~. V6 b* n/ q7 }5 i: E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, @. K( y' ?* H- ~0 q/ RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; D, `' Y" d( }- K7 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ \$ h* X, @3 J V7 J0 |9 }! z XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! W5 [0 w2 q7 W2 G @But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 q" {* Q" q1 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 p* J' v: N5 `$ H& F
, C$ x; h6 W1 H+ n$ dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 |. s4 `( [; s( E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ ]* }$ w* m- N/ [' N0 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , u" L/ q2 m8 Y* j8 X2 b- h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 s9 K. L( l: W. L) c& Q
3 h- ^* {7 G8 [* ~8 t0 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 J! A' {* `' @% g* AHow you suffered for you sanity,; B- r2 C+ E9 }8 R s1 [0 {
How you tried to set them free,
* y2 M- P" ]( D& T0 H# kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 u* z2 _/ Z# D% iPerhaps they never will. |
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