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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! s- g% u4 o8 ]$ }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 {. {8 w% K! i3 }. P3 X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! @4 n+ ]" B' R+ \+ T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 U$ `' H2 c+ Y7 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ m- Z! U8 n( G+ D
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 S( H9 K8 E$ c, t: K% m8 W- H9 i
How you tried to set them free,
, G! U& \* V1 g0 \7 M7 NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 p$ y6 k, |9 ]$ DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. ]- a4 m# c1 S5 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 N G$ A) J" Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ `, [# b3 w3 d: }/ Z4 i0 i( u! }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & b( z7 ^3 A, `/ U7 Z0 `
. r% ~# G- R8 g8 D7 C' `6 e& `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : _2 ]( T+ W- @2 X/ D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% J( ?7 U& }; E5 p& a* dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' @2 P9 D& C) A: {5 z! {
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; o4 \: c# Q2 j; M: S3 P0 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, h# A: i, Q# Z% T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , R- Q% u( h, v; q4 b! G) `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / {1 U: U& a2 O; n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ N; k/ D# v/ |/ P. K) x5 p) O
" Z6 \4 V( W/ `7 e7 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 v4 A, v1 Q6 B! x/ T
How you suffered for you sanity,! ?+ {3 g- R% n1 b/ ~6 E; ^% l7 A
How you tried to set them free, $ g/ T* E' m6 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ O, f7 N% c! k7 YPerhaps they never will. |
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