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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ]$ x) c( _8 GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : m; o# S8 _3 |2 e! v# I, t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. Y1 \- T( R2 Z, L6 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 ^4 ~% Q4 K7 B' P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% ]* s; B: V D1 q. }. ]* aHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 w# `; `' v0 U& J7 _5 QHow you tried to set them free,
# u- K0 \2 ~* d- P% y4 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " ^7 J, L# F# E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) b+ m/ O! j }6 D5 ^/ ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& J& U. j; n/ f" H3 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; C4 M5 L) w- k# v- s- [8 G9 F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . j( k i. |+ a: U: z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
f2 F$ ]& K2 w5 y; \# q- K" cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( j$ c! q# ]+ e2 \You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) \( V% o. G, z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# q. S2 x; s# eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( E& Y n6 G8 t# a3 x' M, @
9 B& C# ]2 [1 T' M" K: MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 e( A6 x; }) V0 t" v0 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; D+ G; _: |' O( j# A7 O# L- x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ V+ n8 J5 N, M9 S, ]: F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; C$ @' N. z% B/ |9 h
/ f7 j0 i, c7 s2 i: p" KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 |! V; c4 f7 \+ ^& J" w+ r3 iHow you suffered for you sanity,) b2 f8 l. v4 f, v' N9 Z
How you tried to set them free,
, M) P" e0 V- I! V; IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" N8 C7 o A& w) _Perhaps they never will. |
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