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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 N6 S/ t! i! G ~! G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 m" [: _. M2 E/ ?4 ], ^0 m: _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% W2 D2 `9 @. J0 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % E3 p+ [3 e( b) {" M1 |# v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 `& p9 b1 n- p& @How you suffered for you sanity,
# X) z. a0 k: n9 H& H k/ UHow you tried to set them free, % E J5 K/ v8 ^ P( Q5 ^, r5 T/ g& E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 n4 F# l5 Q% Y7 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 o$ Q3 F* T# a( v" `7 W& B( I2 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* N8 o$ B; ]+ N* A/ i+ [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! K) k& g5 B& f$ j6 W1 g$ P2 F7 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 h# @! ^3 P# H# U1 d" N7 i, z% z
! {8 x, S4 F E4 B: {7 F! lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % r6 F! ~1 p) f3 c- N- R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# q6 w. v$ V4 V. S" X' g0 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 }5 b, [# u" c. SBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ N& R: Q7 e$ L7 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % k% A0 ?" U# l w- G- w4 w4 s( ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 Q. X0 s8 J& V1 ~% m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) R1 v, I$ N. D7 r$ kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ L- S- L, J" t$ i UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - C! [; n! m. D& h9 W! J
# u' V% S2 Y% s& {3 I0 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' q. f( _$ L1 p e' j7 d. LHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ i# N3 U7 u( V; ?& rHow you tried to set them free,
: ?- P' X+ e* S4 {" l5 }They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 \! s# U `/ Q3 a/ APerhaps they never will. |
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