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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , b) x/ \7 G+ _6 l- D! v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) v, P0 u6 m4 A0 x/ k( q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, j( g7 @7 W' M4 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( p- n; N/ J3 m& s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) `. N& r3 S' r1 ^, f6 V% X
How you suffered for you sanity, * u# j/ r) O. \
How you tried to set them free, / n' I, N" K* \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & I& s4 M# l% b5 w+ B P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ D+ U8 [8 b! c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 f) K" J4 V# _* H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' n/ u' X# f& e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. m% [& O' z1 t, L6 u- x' F! P
: _" a* o# ?3 |0 h" |1 y. ^0 N+ f# pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; l8 H1 f! [* n) V' z6 l$ B, I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ R( m z/ W/ ^9 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # I9 W6 U7 s! F( s6 |
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 w. [# f& B% v: B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( `' G5 `4 g* h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 ~" E0 e% F' J$ h" z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 M& l' w; q: `1 C( D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 ?( @/ w/ E# Q( m& g( s: p4 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 h0 h( {1 l9 A# a+ G
! M) V* g5 A+ [. mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 t/ L8 \ y& `, L& |& s v: ZHow you suffered for you sanity,- c0 Z+ p( D& d+ n
How you tried to set them free,
9 k+ Y: F" j2 \( c$ r+ U" OThey would not listen they're not listening still, + l0 {( z. u* r! {: e* k9 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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