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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; r! q+ N; u/ t8 Y; {) P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + B6 B+ s0 Z7 t7 y. j5 \- y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ w9 E0 m* h+ ?: ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + j+ {& c$ s& L9 h6 P9 k4 u0 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 M" k& l( t2 V A
How you suffered for you sanity, / a2 o! T( s/ s! W# ^( f% c; [. ~
How you tried to set them free,
1 `% ^0 k( z$ fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & t. r' | I9 J7 ]* ?+ K g4 k( z- y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: N# O- ]/ p) T0 z2 j( b9 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 K3 c1 W, f$ j1 N+ I5 `6 V! @- }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 T1 i I! j" u2 C7 z- J% u3 bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 K( d: k8 z1 Q: G- B
# d1 y# _, m* |4 }$ qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 R$ U0 D7 ~- M/ D ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % }$ Y! K/ ]# T/ p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . A+ q9 |. @2 P0 J# ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 ^6 d& X, K' E7 [2 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( ^' b/ t7 h2 N6 t( T" pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( Z a# T% ~2 |$ f2 p# ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 H- m! z* B8 `0 TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! T+ m$ d, E/ sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + ~+ _* d5 Q0 W2 E% w G, B8 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 E' T2 i1 U( A7 g H: eHow you tried to set them free, 2 u7 O* @" e1 n
They would not listen they're not listening still, * T ~' j' z- ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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