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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 ?, H# i" D* C. t9 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ ^% \# e* G y+ G, t3 M) @+ I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 C4 B6 E& K4 u6 \' NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 E- n+ V$ F8 c0 w/ l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 S2 |% B3 P* Q9 [0 c4 CHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 a/ T# Y* H" G: f" o# l
How you tried to set them free,
( J+ r: y/ n. R: W' S: J3 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " u! ~. ]# ^7 ]! y$ d; b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 L/ S6 K! r4 M4 z( j0 P- V0 D0 C7 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( u% }. C3 N3 r( W( @9 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . G$ `) u6 @! t* a6 Q$ J( N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) ~' v0 _$ c5 S% ^# N; ]0 s9 V p @# J
( F3 m4 \/ K# r; s. NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; D/ }% D; ?1 i* a: i, ?& E" CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. \; P) I: R. S( [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 T' ?7 N% [- Q. K0 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, # G5 {0 C* I' n! X P! U1 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # e/ o: G) C1 ~/ J0 p' q$ n/ I# X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' c1 z6 I; l& o+ w8 x" G2 j9 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 V3 a$ p: B3 ^5 A u4 oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 X. e4 q1 T4 u/ i' Q5 \0 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 K' K; k% c6 t, L
# e0 V T$ W4 F! kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# w6 ^4 H; {+ c/ THow you suffered for you sanity,1 v2 d( a8 F. I% i
How you tried to set them free, + H' g0 `+ n5 P: T% R& X. \
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( m, j, f1 H6 n2 Z2 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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