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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 _$ x$ L. o" B& iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - x0 G' O9 A0 t1 I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) Q# f1 W4 K$ k; _ ^, L& K$ DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 x; V/ j5 h" G7 b$ v1 t3 k# K/ H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* X0 y+ g) d, J7 f% |. l! LHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 t8 q7 s( x s
How you tried to set them free,
0 ?. k6 @! l. l4 ?8 _+ N8 ]4 V5 V; vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" Q' w9 |6 _5 f, }" ?7 E5 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 k2 A& S) a+ _7 O7 U& {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! |, ]% f' `; o/ X7 Y: RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( a3 C0 s% H+ H6 N. m" y5 \2 w3 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 p( x1 g* \/ h% Q. h+ V
! u* a' |: M4 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ }: O7 S# N9 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 o9 y9 s5 f. l. n& I' _* W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) u6 f4 s! w. @8 }
But I could have told you, Vincent, : T0 D% E7 g5 }( y9 d: t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 X# T, k$ w [7 f: Q/ ^# c9 Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 F: V+ G3 X5 O, U bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " r1 q8 V* Z$ ]: w2 x$ ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" i a1 C4 z1 q% [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & v5 p& n3 h3 L$ o, j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 q8 v5 P: E* D x8 Q' C( ~5 KHow you suffered for you sanity,+ y& B7 ^) p- x9 `, F
How you tried to set them free, , E& V9 x7 E# D: h8 {
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' d) d* Q7 _9 d, O9 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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