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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) Y. J2 W* q2 r! d6 ?" XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % t( w4 W2 j% y+ q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% B0 M9 g* C+ H( o5 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* l" e7 u" Q6 C; mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' n& A4 r* G: ]5 {; C: j
How you suffered for you sanity, $ P: ~4 {. x! [
How you tried to set them free,
! i) f9 P! r6 i! Y4 f' |. nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ^. Y" d# v8 b8 d* A' Q3 G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 {& o8 B0 X' z* DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
b( _# O: B( oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 |1 H5 N. E' f3 Y, q& \- @5 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% T5 c2 o7 r+ I/ v2 P) k+ gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: ^2 q% P9 j" Z! g3 X8 G6 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 J& x& }- g eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , H' J- m) q( ^# t# X/ _
But I could have told you, Vincent, + \1 C8 k" ]- G+ C+ M5 t5 J# ]. j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , H# L7 K5 {0 d
, Q0 v; I N$ m; Q3 @7 t5 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 B8 ]4 i6 K7 E' I# LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 g0 X0 O% G+ F: w& s8 t! R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " S0 p1 q/ Q$ A# O, D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & j* \2 Y( X1 h$ y* L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % |6 R( L/ B1 S0 j3 \# U) m4 x7 m" f: P
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ R1 H4 P: U+ k' h3 F% pHow you tried to set them free, % G" E1 N' j3 A1 z& P6 W: ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 y& G( e( N. e: e6 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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