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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
Q$ M5 L+ s! _8 M# V! c+ a+ NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' I9 X. @+ u# |! f7 ]1 }' j& _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 Q1 Y1 A l8 i# T7 G* J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! A Q& c; P/ _$ k- `: c7 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: b$ }5 {3 a5 c9 H" E* ^# R
How you suffered for you sanity, , v/ T! W; s4 L& [6 y" y
How you tried to set them free,
5 d, X; o' V0 F5 R* MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 |9 ]0 C; l9 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ _+ H! s! }1 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 P. o. ~$ m' G9 Y) D, G$ @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. U; F F8 I! k6 ~/ ]9 H) CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- n, i+ [/ Y. B% G: O3 |6 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 m2 v0 d, Y( P* b1 ?' n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, E! ^2 b, c5 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, m% r! A7 h3 ^" l3 }! {* O( wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 G) W1 {' d) D& V' b! l/ `& KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - H7 M# W2 r7 `7 X. |4 k" w
, I$ T6 q7 g" GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) n5 c1 x+ |) \5 ^0 q9 {, {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 I2 d( F1 W3 C+ ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& V- R/ Q% o7 l( S8 p l+ F) lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 I7 p+ _/ K" o9 a5 W! y
; s3 J' z. g( T* NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ F( n) t2 E4 [+ d6 J# xHow you suffered for you sanity,9 ^$ L3 ^0 G3 u
How you tried to set them free, % y$ s- }! N9 N8 T) G! `3 L4 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, : H( h. E3 z, ^7 Y R/ | c
Perhaps they never will. |
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