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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . t. Y' ?2 F5 s/ a+ K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" M( |8 L' I% i7 ]# n H* ]3 J3 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 ?. \, r" d) Z6 y3 l0 E& W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 c/ Y- t3 ^: Y# W& X. `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 r2 f8 P/ y5 v1 h& F+ x
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 S+ v' c* n% l; n6 t, I, uHow you tried to set them free,
# D6 V: f* Y h3 w8 DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. p& r3 ^/ k; A* G+ U& |& jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' \( E- d, |7 r8 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # M% G- I! O; s! h2 y# c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! z) u, ~7 K' Z @+ ~, ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / O z7 ^; j# ~: K8 _
2 \9 \0 B) G, ^! d( v' B8 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* H( g& _+ }4 y3 N8 T: C5 e, cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 O9 L% L* Z. YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 S& i; E: m7 E" L/ sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& z+ ]# j. V2 g- R, L" aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! ]3 g$ ?- X. Y$ h! Y! n2 u7 G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . O" W( y1 d; g" k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 ^0 Z' a* {( I! x: E5 o! N* G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * }! s4 q& }: x( |7 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; d9 f' d+ ^, v! e
6 \0 [) H) `( H. a. LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ H3 c' D3 T1 L, R8 cHow you suffered for you sanity,% A; V9 a# ^" D# `' r
How you tried to set them free, 5 u1 ?$ y# t% G! g: L1 i+ y- y
They would not listen they're not listening still, " U' c6 K' F+ U7 ^/ \' o( c1 D! Q8 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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