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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) x' _4 \+ \- s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% U" \! P! Y' yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ x/ M) P2 q3 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - G7 I, p* l& X( |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# d4 b- |4 o% @0 u" A. X+ P9 h5 `How you suffered for you sanity,
7 \3 S5 t. `/ x+ a9 i5 B7 M! dHow you tried to set them free, 0 `( ~& T: I: u+ @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 c! Q2 i6 k+ H/ ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; G: k$ L) r* j* M! j: W3 [ bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ y9 }4 O" }# P3 s& K: A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' m3 a+ U9 f5 Q; KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . @# M4 v' {; U9 n
/ T/ y- g/ l8 x4 t; d+ D2 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * n+ Z, e0 Y2 @4 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + e) f1 i ?! M g( K7 H+ k2 l& ^% u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. x" x4 N4 y, D! ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ O- d% h. ?) y, e p& `; GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
[/ h7 O9 H1 o: ? o+ OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 \, }' m Y/ ]0 x+ N8 J: q4 R, s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% L+ H' x& h0 s: j& E3 u2 I% J7 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ T2 N* A' U {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: A2 e' u0 D* m! N6 K/ ]0 z- ]How you suffered for you sanity,# z: _/ d4 C8 ~( X) C+ ~
How you tried to set them free, # ?. e! {0 j; q3 f1 c F) M2 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, : z+ \; R3 y' ^. d; t+ s O) d
Perhaps they never will. |
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