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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( P/ n9 I, G$ k* s- H0 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ H: d6 Y% q Q5 S# H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! W9 I6 E G* H5 v2 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- H+ g) r% O; j. {" y5 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 U: q( V* j4 @% r5 p( O. S
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 H, _; f1 y; n/ i* `8 p
How you tried to set them free,
9 o$ l6 [5 { p9 S2 ?1 B7 e, CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + R% a& Z1 l! n7 s2 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% p8 B. c7 q1 G) A, j/ c. c5 B" T2 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' {: b( u8 l( Q Q1 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* B, Y' R9 I2 d. z3 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % ?. f, ], h+ P) z/ U) T
. V1 R8 ]8 m3 \) D; U rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 i/ H7 z) v% x( m: LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - P2 `2 W$ z/ \# o& S3 }$ |* a0 E; h8 F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 J9 n5 U& N# G+ O, E3 }But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 Y# G! ?& u7 `/ r" I7 w$ xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Q: M1 Z z! f2 W9 R/ }1 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # W0 J' h; s* c1 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 j- u: _3 [/ X, H5 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ h$ w1 j3 ?9 C9 oThe 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, # T1 ]8 U. d0 m, A3 J1 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ _. Z% I& _0 f6 A+ cHow you tried to set them free,
. B( R, E/ ~* Q" XThey would not listen they're not listening still, , U% x* N( @" ~/ Z) Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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