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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! o/ o" }0 [% L) `% t( Q1 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, \7 ^2 T& q( s) u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 Q3 t! n' ~) pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; @% s1 d, ?. C& g8 m; aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. N. \, q0 P# v4 b" v
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ ?7 e6 m8 p' D5 x9 R# B- W2 dHow you tried to set them free,
9 n$ d* `- }* d( Z; v/ UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! y q- x& l! E: r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: a G- s8 R; b5 e8 J9 W# xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 o9 o, M2 @9 h2 g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 g8 w+ d1 V8 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 X4 W9 _0 q- H0 b: J. m
$ r7 \' n6 T, S0 x$ k4 P) Q; WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& D \7 J; F6 w9 e! _5 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # R$ H2 e1 N' Y, l+ N. d- B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 H+ ^& U/ w$ F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 F/ M: N c# j7 S, {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 s7 ^! ]. g3 n+ T" `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
a8 I0 W4 X$ z b3 Y& O0 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & h3 ^ R- X3 e3 s( o; i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 E( V3 Z% v1 r4 a5 Z2 sHow you suffered for you sanity,! F; c6 Y. d X
How you tried to set them free,
3 m/ @ _- r$ TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 P# i& q' I0 i" [% m. c3 Z+ U' EPerhaps they never will. |
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