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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! ~3 Y' |$ A, R# {! V" Q! `- BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " ` e1 B! {/ k" Y1 c! _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 n6 N* b) s9 f9 r/ w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . s$ E( N* z+ t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; S9 k: t, a( J g3 q/ q! ?
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 F6 p% @8 |" d& W3 v/ k5 K
How you tried to set them free,
+ b0 M0 f ?& w. E3 ^. }8 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , `% M: d N# ]) }$ ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Q1 j2 `9 l6 T3 d& K! C1 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ] b! ?% C. O2 @# ]" |, S7 H2 P0 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; N5 H* J$ |2 Y- w2 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / h4 {5 G# O, A7 h1 y7 r
, {1 D5 A4 E; L' p0 C4 u4 P% i; [5 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 z# q% ?4 F0 D; eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 K( H' L8 V8 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : I9 u) R/ [, e
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 Y) N& ~7 J& y( H3 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 p( p4 b- @. T3 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 ?8 T8 }2 p G4 `# g* q4 ?& ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / j& }8 y8 z2 \! S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & D6 e% @' ^9 N& E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % |( G; ~+ }/ Z# |! n
How you suffered for you sanity,5 m% R7 s$ o5 e) g7 C; Q
How you tried to set them free, ) @. t( x* h2 x3 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, . c$ H( y& A. {- N a/ N! l
Perhaps they never will. |
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