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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # t+ m2 e: g% b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 T2 ?: {' R, l- D1 e. f, ]1 s1 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ T4 Y# x3 p: N8 v. ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. d) N! F8 M6 k0 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! F5 B) ^. w# d& z1 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 s1 e: P$ l4 @. k4 ?, mHow you tried to set them free, 9 ?' B, Q# j4 J% J) y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 r/ e; g) t& I' y9 w# r; D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & ]8 K1 `& _& T, k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 Z3 k; W9 g [1 G: s c; Z' pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 k4 l( U6 Y1 s1 U1 G) z+ E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) r) T4 u* u" K5 @. R* i
; j8 w1 L9 C' u' dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ c- F2 _/ @+ hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" P Z, u- i/ pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 n5 l' M" ^& L8 T6 ~% l* @1 f1 TBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! Z/ ?2 T+ t8 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 z- H7 z- a2 X( u* M" D1 k) c% _
7 x0 q6 _) E5 E$ _3 v- Q) UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * E( p9 i' ^8 O/ ]2 f. t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 h; _; z* I# Z4 m7 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 V7 x f" {/ S9 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / d8 K4 ?+ K! k9 f: f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & Z5 p, C) |: h/ a$ |* T
How you suffered for you sanity,
! L' ~# C" [% G9 _; Y2 D& uHow you tried to set them free,
; V4 d1 s3 b, e( GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) c7 t- H4 F8 p N+ \0 F+ }' BPerhaps they never will. |
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