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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. |5 {3 a# P: O( Z0 bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 R6 P6 i' _; m, A' b! l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% Y, n) d% f4 E# zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 T5 e0 A# b; Z7 m) Y7 `0 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& S; W' k3 l$ G7 f+ q' t/ r" R
How you suffered for you sanity, # a1 |0 L' E& U7 |; R% z
How you tried to set them free, & p- T9 ]/ C# [( L' ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + T" X1 C/ n$ C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. |4 l I9 ^% c% r2 S; j7 LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, m2 L8 r2 o2 Y# g; w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, {9 {- w- g/ f0 |0 F DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % T8 L/ I: P) d4 O' W- d
* l- C1 \: V7 _0 r; vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( }+ S4 V4 W) E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) Y @ ` g/ e+ L8 d! b" k' U" IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 p5 a" k5 P% E* x; B3 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& [* v4 q7 u0 Z) `" OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 R' I! v3 H# h4 d, w; k3 X) }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 I4 @9 ~8 j9 ~0 c+ c; d' s! bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" Z! P; I% {# qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ l' [& U" Y* _& Y u. ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - P! d; v7 R4 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
r1 i, F6 B* p2 mHow you tried to set them free, 8 B0 V9 E( J/ u# k
They would not listen they're not listening still, & g S% T- B' d; ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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