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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 S) Z+ v' p' X- L4 h' z, |! {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 r; p4 n4 g$ e- XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; l1 Y1 C+ K) |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - {" ~' e: R/ f1 X4 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, T. M9 V9 w/ f5 ]" z3 X" N6 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 u! Z8 a; h! S; G" p3 HHow you tried to set them free,
& a+ {1 }4 q, p6 ]7 j* l- l) }& BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - R. F% E- n! k6 n: k0 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 F1 a% H1 b( O. `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 p4 C9 d! p& `) B, u# {: H, z# o8 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 t7 a8 T+ f8 G& J6 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( b' _$ L i1 y3 m; M( C7 L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' t/ I3 u2 e: m- M2 l- w* u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 Z! ?- @- Q. y; c$ E0 C. O2 T7 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 j5 t1 U% {1 H5 A
But I could have told you, Vincent, " [# v6 {5 F) |, p& o: a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & y% y- j. ]! ]0 |1 ~6 m$ a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 u4 N5 S1 s7 \$ \9 p# p* h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . [2 z7 d! f* M1 A+ j( X. ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; s F& U0 _: A3 x. TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 z$ Q4 l- _" K: a1 h
! f; u3 r4 j0 ?5 v2 ]7 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) ?( B% [9 q5 N& y W) `& T6 n/ [
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ L; \" w& r, fHow you tried to set them free, - U' p- Q+ y" t/ F5 v% v3 c3 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( `8 N6 s9 y c/ M0 O7 l- h/ gPerhaps they never will. |
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