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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. ~5 w; i- X6 r$ S, vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# E+ D' x6 e% a6 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% s4 ~# s Z, e8 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 t0 [1 i; ^3 W2 P$ Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
}, }5 j1 s% PHow you suffered for you sanity,
' x* m6 R* \( y8 p+ sHow you tried to set them free,
2 Q* Q9 j& _! m5 H+ mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : t0 ~4 P4 j! N- Q: S$ @" k/ f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, v/ l2 y# I7 O. oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& F& k/ |' \. T, R: G0 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 t0 }; t' e# t' z. TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # T, r* p9 Y0 {+ \3 ^9 z
3 p6 X4 t m+ I3 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 Z4 q" Z9 v3 w, e) J+ i& f& {+ j& WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& q2 }+ W* ~9 L# w8 Y! f# O0 ?- B9 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! V7 s4 @9 E& P5 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& }! k4 K3 C' N5 c# c) |1 V8 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 O0 U: i7 p: x" A( x6 G( Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 ?5 p2 j$ T7 A" C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ v4 G+ }) m$ G6 {8 F+ `# @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 i2 L% h0 o* \' ?' c; V% W5 X! L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " O3 V( b8 f4 m* R+ S* M* ^
1 ?6 s; E8 J" T) }8 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . {+ z+ ^0 r' [) W& {& ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ B& G; \/ b1 M* O4 N0 _* YHow you tried to set them free,
: ~. K4 o, J3 p- E3 M) W) y4 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 a' A: F4 }% @8 GPerhaps they never will. |
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