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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' d- M: J% \5 X7 ?( _- RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - `# T/ ]" Z, z; f# z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ d, r7 ~/ H' F2 a. k* eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. q" n4 O5 {) V4 d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* i, W0 Q, t- ~! K5 v$ vHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 x" J6 j1 E0 _# P0 x- O9 zHow you tried to set them free, 2 N2 [2 \$ }" a- u' ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ }- j/ `( U% G8 e0 t8 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ P% b$ t3 J1 x& F5 ` ]+ B% g5 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! X8 `9 V) V2 T4 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 K$ l3 `8 E/ R( ~/ \8 Y; B( xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 y' Y$ y; N, M7 ^9 M: [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ n: l* J+ v& x. y$ H, B( ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : ^3 k) y5 ?4 I d3 }% C. o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 f) f9 r0 s0 j T/ X6 x7 H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 o9 Q6 T- K: {, s" N D& vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' U3 l0 H0 U3 q, h# ^, Z/ f$ A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , L* a9 J* A. }- h6 r7 v+ S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 D p) N- }3 @9 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ R) J9 q7 f1 z$ h& R
5 [7 A! W; x9 C$ ?$ XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; t2 Z! t" w; L- x& E: @, X
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 N3 _' [+ t- }1 m, v1 t* a1 zHow you tried to set them free,
5 B7 b, E6 _! O2 e: w/ |They would not listen they're not listening still, f7 V& N+ a# g1 d5 l' e) P' D9 B
Perhaps they never will. |
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