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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 P ^& F* v3 H T. e$ ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & w3 ?" Y$ l; v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ [) s! k# s5 {* n' ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 W$ t2 x, g, W& {6 H; R- Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ j' a0 B" f; ^4 y1 @# ~6 H% Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 K$ E$ x( x1 @& `4 aHow you tried to set them free, : u, t/ F; k* w2 O- Q& T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 @0 o' y% A# D4 a5 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. z9 h/ A3 Q, V$ Y; s+ c4 |+ SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; d9 Q4 c9 f: x) cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 g- P' u- Z1 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( l4 u2 Y3 R5 j) M, O% ]* a
3 G1 ~' ]4 R) t& jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& @6 \* @+ i3 ?! rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 b" o: Z' h+ G8 z: y" ~& XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 F! K0 F: f. i! I7 L" b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 I' k' d0 ^$ I7 e$ M5 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 S Z* `& `* g. a) N/ DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 N/ S" t. F5 U$ v9 Y9 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; [( ]$ G* }) u2 _4 s/ q OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( s9 j. ?3 o5 @! M# r6 s) j/ r
7 _" q" J1 T0 n4 r2 _8 u' o( ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 N3 @: p* W4 E( T3 }% `. I6 j. wHow you suffered for you sanity,
. O# `5 B9 C. L# n/ d# T. T6 ]. wHow you tried to set them free,
3 ~8 H1 ?+ V6 L* k- A5 ~: ]; }They would not listen they're not listening still, w/ Y7 _1 `# m7 V' Y w
Perhaps they never will. |
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