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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + c6 e! x6 s: {# w8 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 d$ g% ^8 \& Y. _( P% Q! N4 p4 \2 |* MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, p2 r% B4 \( Z6 G0 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % J2 W, d, S7 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) B! E) Y, o, m0 @% I( ?5 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
3 G" c) [1 ]+ v; X; @$ @7 {% PHow you tried to set them free, . [, F# ?8 W: x7 h1 n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 |3 A: @- F% y8 _, F7 N! F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 M! h& K# F$ U7 k$ Y9 E! ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 V w% G# H/ d3 Y q0 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 k: a& D6 n' ?! }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 Y" P/ D6 U4 d- L
4 [; \, H2 k* f" ^1 g( rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
^ Q4 U' L9 [& hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" W( h9 e- w6 s, n" }You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 }! |& |6 \8 i. e" J5 M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% A! m; k- N$ V, sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " M4 k- P% ^6 T) i
! ~% |; i ^, EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, o% Q/ z% M& y- R' aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , a' r4 k1 _9 d/ X7 U2 N9 e# k/ X- o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( n6 @2 t8 H* G' ^' V- Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( j: N1 H1 J* T4 I7 a1 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + p7 i5 \# q: f0 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
, d, E' c/ p5 \9 n& ]0 {How you tried to set them free, , }1 X0 F/ {0 ]$ c) k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) S) {7 [% N: |5 y3 `Perhaps they never will. |
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