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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( u1 F; h2 K3 x8 w& @( XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 p( v- C( z; r* N5 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# D4 l/ e/ M+ y1 N* Y0 J: ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 j, V! i( `& mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* q! M8 o) @7 p, D9 pHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 V; j& i, Z1 @ \' x$ M
How you tried to set them free,
3 O8 x0 I& k% ?( l4 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* I J( u% |. z2 W* `% v; qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) H0 N/ o$ Z( p8 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , l0 {" m. L' O3 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # |" ^8 c' A, v8 R4 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 \ M. x. E# E5 ]: Z: O
. T! w' a% C0 m! E- j# H! ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 B1 x' i' C4 [) m0 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 h5 c; m1 l- s. E- eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ |+ q# f; ^4 c/ S( M, q7 \
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) n5 p! p5 L4 H9 T- N1 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . b8 Z0 T! Q; \, r1 U6 E6 H
+ J0 v6 P3 U& C- V! iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: S- ?6 b' \+ I" sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * D% C' O1 y5 `9 e2 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! B( u5 f( E+ F2 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ C, v+ Q7 T" ~* nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ W4 }: |4 P* a$ o7 e6 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
! i" N& q- Z+ ?7 p5 S) nHow you tried to set them free,
( R' ~1 h: C9 t* H1 S. TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, b/ N& W2 {3 ^' [* }2 sPerhaps they never will. |
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