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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" ?( {0 D# _$ L, I, s* sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& b8 d# Y% O3 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. m* t1 M# M2 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ d' E- a# l+ D" Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; L/ w, P& Q, A) v) |7 k. cHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ r7 R& S# E4 [3 l% ]# A$ |How you tried to set them free, ' y5 U; _, U. _8 H; E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; M7 Q# @0 w/ u2 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , b+ C {9 U& `2 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 l) a3 t- D7 V3 O8 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " u. r0 }/ ~, _# `' M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * B. e5 I7 U% `& c/ t: w
! Q6 [# l& X6 n$ m1 k; A2 T0 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ W( }# x2 l: L3 u& u8 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # S8 b/ Y \9 Y5 C+ X% i, }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: T) _! S' _3 Z8 K. ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 w( o7 u Z$ k) G; m4 v" {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) L6 [1 e/ [9 x9 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. N8 Q6 H3 |2 o7 K! B NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 D" h9 y& \# P! C( t( R; {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 z8 |/ u3 v" i' I- t% v/ [( {
" @+ i) T4 ?' o7 ~2 Y) UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" `0 N7 X1 ~( ]2 PHow you suffered for you sanity,/ l; N! @$ m8 n _
How you tried to set them free, / }# ` ]4 T, i7 ]) p
They would not listen they're not listening still, / j# u3 [2 F. T* t7 B# x) i
Perhaps they never will. |
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