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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 ?) A& \9 S1 L- PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 Z l7 {2 Z, o. ^5 U: q- U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- V, o& O/ Z! l: n; qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & Q5 h( _! i- Y( ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ s9 X. j7 \( r: g& f# U
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 ?2 }$ z) C* \8 u7 G* C' ^5 c8 z
How you tried to set them free,
0 _! m7 j2 B7 C( e: w$ W4 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : k) G/ n2 U$ L% ]% s- G# B5 Z6 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 x, S# L( @3 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " ~" D2 b! H. Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! Q* Y. \$ s: |" zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 x( V% \+ s3 y: X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( T4 t2 X6 [1 _# T+ a! L2 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! j, S& C4 v; R+ ?# g) X. G: A* B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% x1 k$ c3 l% ? ~1 ]) I- B8 E, qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" P! M1 g6 O- u# \& RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : ~8 T$ Y. `7 m% S1 l7 R5 @$ P( X5 S
V" M. ^, H) S3 d! ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % H% V3 E! N3 B: }/ b+ H% [" ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 A: w' @4 G) H# A3 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " f& g( I4 z! r& c6 c# F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * {7 a1 C2 m; ^. t3 }
8 F$ [. ]% N" |+ j; P3 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 [* g, N0 V# q" @; a( g, vHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ V, G! a* \) i: ~$ U% OHow you tried to set them free,
: f2 q" u W k9 UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 L" _/ `- Z6 IPerhaps they never will. |
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