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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
k, \9 P: Q, e9 [; N3 w* X, sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 Y# @; w7 m; b8 x, N6 u. N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 U3 m9 i; i+ f3 o% _8 p! j0 \; i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " G. `- k4 s- V! S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 w# D6 w! e+ N) _ H5 l
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 ?$ k/ V1 M* y2 e, u
How you tried to set them free, V1 j/ `4 J. d1 ?# I( p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % m! Q- |) L/ ?. g/ R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 N$ T. O6 a5 @: t. ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ~, G2 a/ a( Z; q5 D0 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ `- }! N$ Q' ~3 V4 a# \& q# d% TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # x; a) A- ?! V
; c! e* g6 R' f* S) cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 @$ a+ G6 ]8 Y7 Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! X& [" @/ Q( i- M+ _7 H1 G) q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; T1 w3 F9 C$ _3 h/ ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
, Q% w8 G5 o/ D* FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- e/ q$ J2 i! P5 K i7 p( o- w1 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ x/ {+ C9 N1 u$ M5 u- xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 J- O( @ ^' B" G9 s% c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + Q* t7 y7 U3 m# O8 P: u7 _: d
9 k q( R8 t; n0 k% o' @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - F1 m& W8 ~* L5 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
: F! A; ?+ r: l0 h, l* ~9 `2 M% jHow you tried to set them free, ( ?4 b0 o" j+ M0 s5 W: D6 P$ K9 v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) y- b( t: ?7 T# F _: zPerhaps they never will. |
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