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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& i" T8 ~- W; |+ ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 F5 @4 a4 c G! i; ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. V+ I( }5 Y/ f, k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' g& q' Q& U: F' KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& k Z: [6 R f# h I* ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
) u% F7 `! Q1 F' UHow you tried to set them free,
# z8 o4 K# {, M5 \: k2 n/ EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 @, k( c/ R4 `/ S) p5 _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! L$ Z& r: E( T) M1 c) V4 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & G- q, m, |) j4 Z9 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 n& v* O2 X6 P9 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 X9 O5 n8 \0 [8 H/ s
; Y2 _6 Z3 ?" E/ y+ m6 O( KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % }# @# X5 P, [5 T. q# d# j5 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 a( D8 U/ T3 E: M; ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: D9 ~2 Q+ G7 E# NBut I could have told you, Vincent, : f. C8 G- T. y5 K1 x: D& N1 X& O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 Z2 M$ V1 w; c4 ~" _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " d+ v1 I! E8 h% P, s7 W9 n i. @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 V! v9 U: Q1 C& Q. p) p8 o. ?6 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 k6 a. i' O0 @! f, n; D( x) }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* U$ n( Q, s" }/ E, bHow you suffered for you sanity," c4 X, q V" _+ o. F
How you tried to set them free,
" X+ t) s3 z3 V$ y& ]0 }+ NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' p6 \7 f3 c5 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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