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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& B* i( r, q. \" O% V$ ?- rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % T! I$ }3 I7 R3 M3 Y& e* I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 h/ l' W6 |2 R9 O& \. C6 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! p8 }2 z5 |- C" u jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ V# e s3 J# E) R7 C0 ~0 G) k+ \; R
How you suffered for you sanity, & _4 q( p& o9 _ T" l6 p1 c
How you tried to set them free, " @# ]. M Q7 `. {- J; D# U7 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : T$ \$ |! E) v- C0 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 p+ N" K5 y5 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: W# Z1 m6 v6 o* ]8 q1 g a% IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' m; o' D% y; s( F1 [& E. NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 W+ {1 U, m* J& {* X: A% aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ Z0 d1 ?! R" l: p. V7 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : ^6 i( R6 u* G% f6 W, ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 N% ^5 w8 U- ]# b6 S! b% qBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) k2 g9 j. M+ z! h0 q; f" K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . r4 z6 m7 M9 U# r( m4 k2 o8 Q# u
* ^: d ]+ R- T' |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 X3 `6 a" T, \9 Q; L' RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 P# v7 T4 U2 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 k9 @7 v3 K0 I+ J+ p/ `7 |+ P$ @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 s4 L% v. [1 x! k+ a- y2 {& }4 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ O" } O7 ~( NHow you suffered for you sanity,1 [3 K8 K! h9 i, F* Z- `. P( Z, h
How you tried to set them free, ( m, e$ P, Q0 S6 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) j. t. u' N. g4 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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