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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " g# {/ d9 |' l8 p3 p2 d1 {' `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' x! ~7 N q ~9 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 f3 M( t' h A" ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; _" ]1 y& g1 Q+ c Z' E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% h4 o0 g0 ^/ J: ], G# i0 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 o1 X6 J# ]0 f. L) p! ]5 o: r5 rHow you tried to set them free,
6 h0 A/ W3 A: JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : \# i% a& S; J* E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, v' I1 _. ]: g qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " l- d5 s5 h4 X. o1 K2 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - |" S1 r F/ Q0 y' |6 z7 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 r( S0 d! m& y% [6 }& K; u# M
& n/ v2 i9 X9 @! V0 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 f( Z* l, [& E' c; d" T6 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* {3 y: z/ m" M" e6 T9 W! D, lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* B5 j3 J0 g* q% M+ x$ ?; h( }But I could have told you, Vincent,
# ^# W. b" u% LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. {1 q& G- W* r1 f( t5 N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 K5 `* k) _/ D4 H1 b( S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ X/ W: d; u& ?. |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 {& K. d" a3 }; o+ m* [
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,
' [0 ~& @" _# L2 h% N+ mHow you suffered for you sanity,
& O& I4 J$ ?! ^! ZHow you tried to set them free,
" j. L. U/ W$ g) [# C5 f/ zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 s k% p& H7 g2 LPerhaps they never will. |
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