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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; F0 i" Y# v' ]5 P4 ~1 h8 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( \/ C. ]) `. `4 ^1 Z4 e6 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! ?& H* }! i# S3 v- VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 b0 e2 c) t1 V; _4 d( INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 v2 N3 y- `) N; R' {' i. i/ ^How you suffered for you sanity, , x& I% Y$ F6 N) y
How you tried to set them free, 0 L6 l/ d2 X2 \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 j3 v3 \% u1 ^5 O/ d. ~% H2 O1 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ ^* h, |* S4 p; C8 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
U. g: a5 o9 N% r' LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 e9 W% a9 w. f1 s% t$ n( ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & z, C8 t$ g# x# K3 W4 i7 I7 W
$ U2 ]- Y% A0 C- h" S! ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . B* [3 ~2 R2 K* O' \) n( `% Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- Q$ p, y ^8 W" s5 `0 ]0 a r- @You took your life as lovers ofter do, # y- D0 V' y f$ ?7 w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) @* L: T0 m% D5 S9 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % q7 r8 p# W8 Q# I: Q8 Y2 J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 Q& r' f# v5 B: J* B# T( M; S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 z1 I7 Y- J V8 H8 R9 F( q, b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% `1 j$ @0 x M- X; j' WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 ]! Y& j5 Q' Q8 N4 O+ S S% GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) i+ U% L2 Y! o( k, ?
How you suffered for you sanity,; Z& g( m: B+ V9 Q4 V
How you tried to set them free,
- N }4 y: g1 Z$ u! O( EThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ g' f1 M( U" H7 X+ n
Perhaps they never will. |
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