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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # q& [- z5 z8 I/ o1 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 b# I- }5 M/ v$ K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, ~$ P9 a& K$ qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( L6 ^% K5 J- r2 @+ p0 D1 N1 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' Y8 k" h0 b8 |: PHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 }! S \ @6 m0 g8 h5 C+ C/ c
How you tried to set them free,
0 x `0 l; f- f; q I9 lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & f1 s0 ~' G, W& v, X/ v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 J/ ~- |; h1 S: pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ ^ M% \8 H5 d7 EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 _ u/ c+ ~8 H E d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 N* Y# B% C O! @* z5 L! y
0 p( v0 g% T9 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ _& A- B! L; @0 B3 |4 T! XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , _, ^( C) S$ a) X/ O/ d7 j/ v! ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, I9 P9 J1 a- M$ K6 V. _$ j
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( _% H0 W( h; K4 s. H. e& `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 ^' q# S: Y, m% V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + o& J$ x4 u) A. t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! Y" M* Y @/ g0 e2 I; u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * E& W0 c( q) [: {8 h7 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 L! W2 U& B! C( i& K7 yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 |. ?6 b0 w3 i+ P% ^" S; R7 P. iHow you suffered for you sanity,2 Q% x& `# i( Z& l1 f9 S* }
How you tried to set them free,
7 S8 @) ?( C% }4 ?" _, |5 `They would not listen they're not listening still, + m" W1 ~4 z% X( }& s
Perhaps they never will. |
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