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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! e2 u$ y3 h, w" r3 _$ u, _, n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 N' K4 N$ D) Q @! `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' b" R( I! S: Y8 A9 A, H# J8 T [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * R! V* Y# }) P8 }! O) ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ u- J% Z j" z5 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
: k4 l& l( D ?How you tried to set them free,
( q% y9 y2 A( p( K1 L0 A) Y/ ]( p7 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ ~# A" J. V$ d" N8 ~+ r" m% M. q2 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ o2 S8 x/ a7 o0 G. aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + a. n3 V1 G; ?$ a6 V$ n/ ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . {/ x4 `. u4 d0 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 ~) X4 g6 ^& a
4 h- {5 ?4 w! y& e6 B( yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ E3 Z, _! G. ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 j7 z2 n; T, Z3 j2 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, Z& ^6 J$ x4 \( `! ?! R
But I could have told you, Vincent, , t& m# V) N/ g7 E0 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 Z. o* d: s ^0 ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 d+ d. o3 {; p& a' ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* H1 v& k$ {/ }( gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 M9 X3 B/ c, \: F& Z" ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 f$ T- N+ S% g! }' ~
9 ~' R; Z0 j9 k: j! Q6 k# W% ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 G1 U5 H: [! ^3 hHow you suffered for you sanity,& [( `4 u6 x! D( k& g! s8 J& [
How you tried to set them free,
+ k$ N1 w4 A( O. kThey would not listen they're not listening still, / h, U8 r# a7 E' R
Perhaps they never will. |
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