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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ S% r1 M6 g. z, Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- p9 M$ @- W: }* e/ C" ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( Z. \+ {, \+ r& e, rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 {9 J) K1 F( mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 e7 K: d H& T& s) _+ \
How you suffered for you sanity, ; E/ X9 o9 a: U6 C. O
How you tried to set them free,
% R% B. P; ~) O4 \' n g: MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 t3 H8 X4 I4 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - }; B: U3 A: ?1 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 e, X0 v( v, K: S) f* _+ |# L7 P, C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! ^+ b) s) M7 F' n$ Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. P) t8 N2 ~" u* V4 _9 V( J/ S
* w* F U. ^$ I6 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 H: x1 e/ ~) P8 y) q! h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. t' M6 _2 {0 ]! C0 L/ {8 Q" nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + n. p; C* A; c8 D& n* T! ]) T- H5 z
But I could have told you, Vincent, + s" X1 |9 w* A( m8 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 l- U7 r M7 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- }. b2 N' f8 w* ?, |" H# n3 _% ]" GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& G: l2 |. J0 c0 }' YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' D0 O& O- {/ o# A7 h, q" J2 y/ i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! E0 x! \# O i# ?, i7 ]* M
" O6 T8 O9 q- P1 yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : Z. t1 b9 \1 L5 t5 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
. o1 r* Q( V; e7 Q4 A; YHow you tried to set them free,
: P. q6 Z, f4 JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" [: G$ E# J/ q. [. s: X. wPerhaps they never will. |
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