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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " y8 {) p% m. Q! K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 f' Z9 P# U ^7 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. D% T3 f/ Y& E w: I9 h0 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% w. N. E6 t: Y$ ?( h! zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 L+ T. c, A% P. @1 W- Z- _( Y
How you suffered for you sanity, % d6 P8 s! I7 T- i# M
How you tried to set them free,
9 _9 [9 r1 L) V2 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * U3 I5 V; z# Q+ o7 _6 B- C* ]8 Y9 _" V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * h ?% N" G6 A, p( T) ]: x6 @% n0 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 b1 B: E+ U: J) O( R+ u" F0 r- UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 e) H2 V" {4 z8 F+ L: FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) ^8 A) L% H9 g4 L% k4 D: }" ~
. Z0 ^& M5 A4 R; K3 U8 d5 jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - _7 L" i1 X# V2 u4 o6 K0 U" L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; {4 s2 N' p" U( @5 G( w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ r) Y& u" K7 f$ Q! {( pBut I could have told you, Vincent, " a. K% ]# v( o% \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 y Z5 B: B; ~1 A; H$ w; w+ f1 z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, J |0 R- x6 p% y! T+ a( L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & b- a8 c, j% A) ^6 T# A8 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 O9 G# n. H# Z4 z2 V* u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; c$ \4 r/ o; Q; l! u" y3 e) q
k9 N2 a! U+ e3 W) pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 i" N( V Y. W( `9 R3 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 F4 D# H- Q$ s; o# THow you tried to set them free, 5 H& |8 L) n* Z7 h0 C( O+ r
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; @0 J" n3 D; v7 `8 H, H, J# y7 l
Perhaps they never will. |
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