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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, w; d2 Q3 p3 |0 O0 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 m4 `& I8 H3 C4 a4 X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 x3 ]* _6 t7 X) G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 k. N! n1 E- W* [& W5 d7 C, L! D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 }2 T* ~% o( Z8 N$ BHow you suffered for you sanity, ; \% e% G# m' O9 w
How you tried to set them free, ( |) N7 P# H$ P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' m5 ?* E5 T8 F {6 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 l( f% m9 X6 s# L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ ]) o$ Y0 B g. z" T6 B& v4 t6 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; y5 o; B, \/ }; j( m% e% Q" V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " u1 L! Z8 j- c3 ?' N
) P8 R" m8 e9 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 h& k1 `1 T0 Q; s2 ]$ k H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ c5 U& J5 A! C( x KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! |; t7 J5 `/ G y1 y wBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 b. a8 Z( u( I7 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 s4 x( k0 A: O. T: TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " }* y9 W/ N% s" ^/ h9 s' E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , R: H3 p0 O! k6 b" S5 u9 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! ]3 e% I! X! N+ v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : v. a, q$ ?: I3 D$ p* _2 i$ N# ]
# E1 p3 O7 J9 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, |1 G! W4 K; @& Q0 G& p: x- ~How you suffered for you sanity,
3 k. A9 ]1 ^, s& X4 nHow you tried to set them free,
& G* u5 i" w* F+ [( n. {1 Y/ k/ ~# VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ \! x0 T: L) vPerhaps they never will. |
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