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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 u; i% h2 u# @+ A* ]% g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " o4 A( J9 w2 K5 Y8 n: ~$ D; p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: G" \) E! _2 Q( k: w! I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ v* S" m8 z i; fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 a. i9 I8 ?4 D0 m1 I" P& i* BHow you suffered for you sanity, ; s2 l+ B2 O$ g- v
How you tried to set them free, 3 l. o3 T: Y0 Y) G6 i, o+ g+ c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ S9 c2 y$ x* d) CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' I6 @& y$ u% L2 o7 I/ |4 W ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - l9 r8 q- Y. U1 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 A& S8 i8 L' K: W8 b! Y4 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # d% K( W, Q5 y- u) A
. h) i: L: _' P3 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 I d0 q( M0 G3 Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " K+ D! s' T3 q c# j' _. _' ?0 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 n) O2 L/ n' D' B' dBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 O# C; p4 z' k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' ]1 A t# a, M: R: d' @* Y* GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 ^: M/ R) q& ]* FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 |+ D( _8 J4 s/ E7 Y1 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) R" a' T1 x' l: e2 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ C( h' N) e: L, M( ^
/ ?' ^3 h, J( m+ _: r& q0 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 f s+ N& W$ w1 @
How you suffered for you sanity,% P/ R* ?; G1 _# x$ U8 Z
How you tried to set them free, , s0 ]+ t8 O# |" _7 l6 s, }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
Z8 O: |8 A. s: e# U! SPerhaps they never will. |
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