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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 |, ~/ }1 o( Y/ GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ y8 W1 V5 U9 H" P5 `' q2 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ `2 n* X* i7 J5 n6 }8 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 C7 v% ?& G8 [( ^ A1 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 Z& S8 I! h! z5 M; D( z
How you suffered for you sanity,
& N6 [7 B5 J* `) i i) wHow you tried to set them free, . E* T+ J! F `1 ~) T& }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " g5 C1 H. X# z4 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 Z% q; w8 w' U& Y: \5 j; q% y" mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; R, y) t/ U8 ]! w0 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & X! ~( B0 v9 c# U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " b% u2 P" ~7 r$ M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 W0 E( @! o9 g3 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! Q1 R5 Z: @) b& F4 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( o# @* H/ `1 }6 CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! ?- N9 P% K! N4 V3 n8 @5 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ ]+ ?2 v$ u- R9 v ?( @: x! ~0 G& O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 i( m) ?* |" NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' V) M: E6 N" O! ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % o- M" P- d2 p4 m6 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - d) d# c' _, Y
5 b$ b: ]! _5 @/ R$ m. K9 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 C9 p. t+ Y9 Q- w3 x) n
How you suffered for you sanity,* S* t6 i! {0 j5 R2 [
How you tried to set them free,
P+ s2 \ ?6 g ^ @, Y9 [/ GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. _0 C, _( {7 b9 D: ~, k* ~! LPerhaps they never will. |
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