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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * i; m1 a% X2 x3 \ \: N! i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ O# x8 Z- R$ M, T0 T7 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) u8 l0 e6 M* S+ y: m# pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* _ D5 ?5 q8 G/ P" vNow I understand what you tried to say to me, M' k0 V; R' e" t
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 S- a+ `; D( c0 P- MHow you tried to set them free,
. g7 v& o) g+ D8 K5 @1 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* z# K% J2 v3 M- A9 t0 ?1 A: V) t% \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 v' S, r! k/ a S. g) @) n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : J" s5 q t% `+ n( _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # H) P" R9 K& [& b2 d, v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # |: z1 I% W) h% l7 P- h& D2 S
. S! x5 |' V% }. W9 a/ S [3 j4 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 `/ }. m, u) h: x5 t0 ]8 v bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, A x+ T( } h- c4 c" w3 l: QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ X0 S" G) O) r( u o6 l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 }- g8 z. `# `* rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & s8 W. ]* L8 @6 o# i1 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - u, _' I! X8 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 w! I) e; ?8 }/ A8 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 M5 r! m& U5 Q, @1 x5 i* J& \
6 K" j/ F4 { K& r- ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# E5 W p) H( B8 g3 _/ X& THow you suffered for you sanity,
$ f. E1 ~! N5 Z2 z2 r1 nHow you tried to set them free,
. @( Y9 b4 t& _2 q( T: |They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 n# k! }( H; g% c# q Q; g1 TPerhaps they never will. |
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