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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - W8 j- y$ s, |% @, n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
l' k" n+ Q. HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 d3 V; J- }1 L+ G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / d' o+ |. o8 g- N) @5 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* o4 f* Q4 T" p/ j3 WHow you suffered for you sanity, $ d8 S, i$ {5 A# H$ i8 g6 n9 k
How you tried to set them free,
' o( e v9 O* U/ f8 z2 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , P- V2 a% o! N7 Y# @8 m* b5 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. J: \, G8 \( p9 T! g4 B1 a8 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " K& D2 R3 i4 J- T* }0 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 d$ x: X: r! t- H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. x7 {' k @% Y) f+ T
: m, ~& A, j, r1 {3 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' o# K. r2 h. M" d7 J$ e% J" P( L$ d3 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : Z+ p8 p: t* \9 a! f! I, O. {$ f* I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& G2 X2 x- B' xBut I could have told you, Vincent, \( J/ R! H. ~! H9 `1 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 Z8 c: I& ~. G UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 Y& m" A; ?; m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ Y; `9 e3 g8 W' }( RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 T! r E# v' T# q
/ \* t: ?( m Y3 w1 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 e! o! f+ F" r( a" R8 b' I
How you suffered for you sanity,6 \) P+ ?5 e' H2 S0 G$ q7 l5 R
How you tried to set them free, 1 W& c, o; C" J0 w, O* {, l* Q6 y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! F- b& `! X) |7 @3 E; ~Perhaps they never will. |
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