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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 v4 f4 i+ L( Y. T X2 L8 C3 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( L$ I$ r* D) O( I: [: u) IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) z: b6 {% I6 t3 W5 s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : R! }+ [: U& b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* o: X7 k' d8 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
o, }0 n- r/ hHow you tried to set them free,
+ t" M9 P! u' ?, H$ |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # [: K- z* ^9 Y! U+ a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- e0 `: j: z1 i4 ^- S/ Q2 B# g9 g0 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" n. Q1 D5 s; r* XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ d* Q1 P# {6 u/ q/ x' D5 N# GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 P5 L% ~9 K2 m; v7 f' j
; a/ q: E! Y/ Q2 K# [" d% z- P JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ x i- h# V4 W' @. m+ U% jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # I, l( Y" V& Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 o2 k( O. @% H% w0 c- ~+ U9 k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: n+ f% f- p3 dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 m6 I. m4 @5 O7 p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - T- P, P+ [) ?3 T2 x* G) C4 @% Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : @, x' V; O, g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * ?* J6 d, V3 K! a$ F" p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 m: ~! P( D8 z* G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! U' E3 ?! A# S. P* u" aHow you suffered for you sanity,, [, L" @7 {! {/ [' b2 D3 x, ?4 l
How you tried to set them free,
; D6 z4 W& Z, cThey would not listen they're not listening still, : I! g/ A3 k) c m" s; x
Perhaps they never will. |
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