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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% f9 B) R3 s) L' V! Q- ]% ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 t% E6 l2 r- ^$ v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; M# I& Y) p/ D5 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . ~% ~2 ?2 }% o; T9 e5 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, `5 G0 H3 W! B! \4 |( fHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 e! s, f+ c0 j- t" `4 |% _How you tried to set them free, ( V: ~. p- x8 W2 b8 U- K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; }8 }" u R+ \4 {) b/ }; i# P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& L+ k' O- ?, f: x( V& }, a$ D( ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ r# {6 J- j! L& {. d2 v/ AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ Y6 Z; h$ [3 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 c9 _; A, V b; S' }; M
- _+ B+ l) @+ z3 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, Y/ S" W# r6 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ L# a$ S5 k" o! o; p# [+ T+ FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 ~( x! a. N$ F7 f" X4 U" eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" M, L6 t' o1 `& k$ G# KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. f8 ^8 s) O1 [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / M8 L% H% V. d- o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " v, q( y2 L) e P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 M4 R8 [, T. \$ D7 U8 w) oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( j6 q' f& c# g+ R E0 S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 L& |1 _( M' o. j1 \ F+ EHow you suffered for you sanity,
; M* N1 ?. z# U' [* ^" THow you tried to set them free, 6 e- q7 p* U( _& l# d- @
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 Z: j/ D1 |6 e9 A) V" K
Perhaps they never will. |
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