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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 _& V' X. z- hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , i$ h1 ]' ?* O# m* Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& n; k6 m7 V4 m3 o7 p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! r5 B2 q' y, G6 c3 h- }7 ?% FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 h6 y- U& W: G6 u' V. FHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 X" r- w! w: I1 W1 g7 T o0 ^0 A2 Y. J/ {
How you tried to set them free, 6 R) @% J& B* H9 [- L- ~; C% w" S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , a' X8 C8 Y- \( U% K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & E" _( O/ f. Y+ D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 A* T7 Z* H. s. A5 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 k+ m _# o& U0 t$ NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( H! p9 A% @" @% r/ _" RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ M4 w! d, q0 g' PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% G" ^( s, G6 k6 R: q% qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & `! V; K' g% v7 n. t( g' }
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; O6 x" h4 n1 ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : _. H4 p" l& ^8 O3 u* ]9 Q7 m2 j
6 T! X# m1 v) d% B& D- E) @" ^, FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! L% U Q; V' M9 A; Y' VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 C& v8 p: e# }; t, ~9 m1 ?$ R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 x% P! a, K8 g: ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; |( v. c$ X" ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 W3 ]9 [# E) P; w8 o, D9 m z/ i, WHow you tried to set them free, 2 W* }& f& w- z* @
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 s6 G; Z7 L0 h, r' H# {2 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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