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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* t$ A- U" `+ d2 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 Z T9 K; K) o( ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 {7 Y( S" f4 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 q1 d3 s9 O8 H) w0 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 L4 ?5 M2 c6 k) y/ Z+ IHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 I% E. i! |: q2 \( @
How you tried to set them free, 8 X! k4 r0 u! C% g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( A! h' z4 P4 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ r# U: j9 d3 @$ P7 n" J; W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 p8 q9 _) m2 q+ H! |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / _7 i# G2 q$ ~/ {% R6 Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) j; N% B4 }# T; y3 x
+ h Q+ @& ^, d0 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % U2 n& z& Y3 J5 @& y5 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 z5 w' J& [8 @) EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 _3 I2 s! d+ N( y) p9 y. V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% x. g& Y% \. P" Q0 T% T" ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 _* h, t1 c4 E+ uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 [! N% ` J% x$ |: x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! S- C1 w% A# [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " _3 X0 i/ y( s# [' W3 H) R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. J. q. _& i9 b c" j: I- W# c
8 R! T' ^; n% K4 {( G _; Y0 Y+ G0 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 i( ?5 I8 u& n7 n" O. cHow you suffered for you sanity,; N L b, Q& q
How you tried to set them free,
@4 z$ @5 B# ]" x' HThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 q [' h* c5 u( u4 T" z
Perhaps they never will. |
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