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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- S$ Q% o1 T" _2 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 L" Q6 V, t" e/ a( Q5 S6 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ z- a4 M% z4 s. ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; E* F# S" h- A- SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 a R; G' ^+ g, @% w2 g9 e7 c
How you suffered for you sanity,
* ]! _- |! ?7 A0 `1 E0 U2 W( PHow you tried to set them free,
- G: N0 n! b+ J+ rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( W* A$ |% s* f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- L8 r* b' V& G$ k6 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 j% q6 {% }) o- H' wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 T1 E* W A& m4 w0 S; H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& F9 h( E! t2 ]0 ?" aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& n7 ~" z5 y' z4 e4 d6 B5 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & v0 K, v+ I$ Z, O; u2 x, z9 |# b- q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& z8 X5 Y+ v$ w: JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 ]* h; `/ ?5 V/ g& iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 z9 V0 B5 [1 h" y" F% b; @
. I- ?3 b' c( q0 U& ^" CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' M: r& s7 j8 i6 M h* UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% Z* i8 b9 u0 ? ]7 b! qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 w0 o# I' C; c& d* YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " l& Z2 L( K* ~$ c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % W& B7 M0 @& E/ v V9 `0 d
How you suffered for you sanity,7 k6 r' i1 x+ E4 A+ i0 z. r
How you tried to set them free,
2 I6 F( L& e% o6 `( sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, K/ @3 q4 B4 B. ]Perhaps they never will. |
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