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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' A& [5 |+ n! X' }5 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / }+ f& Y1 v, S) z" }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 r8 }6 \8 _8 T+ B4 S8 w" [( rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - `/ |: P) h( T7 o: a2 ?+ t" s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( L9 ^- ?- z- y7 f
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 f% }- R" i% @7 R# H- n
How you tried to set them free, % I0 R. |7 g: v( u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) M/ B! V8 q1 \7 o5 L1 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
X+ W, j" x7 E- E' o) |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 a$ t6 d" y* @% @! bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % k5 S' Y+ d; z' v U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 R5 p8 n7 H0 y. @& Y6 Y0 D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 j0 y4 i/ A# _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! v; B" H6 E' ^( N" V) q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ G' d5 h* t* Y4 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ Z; j7 D' M$ d+ O( LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 P6 K- z$ }& Q3 v4 q2 Q) q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; F+ M0 _/ C6 F7 F" {( f4 [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 w+ B* s# J3 n. I) K$ r* c8 ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, [: J( v: G) h3 ?" D9 i% v" xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 |/ @- e/ U& o) O' W
5 r: x" S9 z9 G& L% d) iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 W4 v% l1 Q9 u0 Y; k4 N& I
How you suffered for you sanity,* K3 r8 J p* A1 e2 Q7 \
How you tried to set them free,
0 V6 a9 }9 J' i# [) ?) h- _They would not listen they're not listening still, / S4 ]3 G& d8 c' P8 J. _* v
Perhaps they never will. |
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