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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 F3 n: |: @$ S9 U fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! @. b# K9 `5 m8 n) C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ z$ w6 i- X- ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% y$ s S) G% X# tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% y F4 ^; d& q# Y8 `8 b- t# N
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 c0 a% n0 h" h
How you tried to set them free, ' K+ c0 i5 Y5 Q! N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 K) b; F. S4 `+ p. `$ p% t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 ^5 X* \' s, j' h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: u6 F' m2 g1 [: @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 d8 H+ P5 i7 H" ?/ {# S6 _% W# gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 l/ l3 t1 Z* p0 }- i5 ~7 t
: c$ ^9 H% n- `% ^5 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 c- J, \, s6 I V3 C. B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ I# Z0 I, h0 u7 G5 I; fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& j& {3 d, s7 e& ]4 qBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 \8 e* a6 r2 F; f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& e. D* k) \' W1 u) d, h- w% l7 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ a# _, S) {6 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& h& R" X2 R P$ N* pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* E% @7 p$ X9 K# T+ tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' ]5 n! g4 a1 p1 o; U" M, [5 a( g
" U% A. S. z/ ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" G5 w0 r* D9 P/ N: Q5 f) XHow you suffered for you sanity,% u) W5 k) ~8 Q
How you tried to set them free,
3 T0 H/ n4 ]! t JThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' K1 e& g1 b( i* v& _9 @! W8 x2 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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