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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) ?* J* E/ i' ?! j4 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' B$ i7 U3 W9 a# {% I' b% z2 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 `3 ?: I3 n5 R: }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# T- N) S( O( Y% e4 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 ]- s2 n* u" s0 D, zHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 ?, ?) O4 L4 l+ v3 T) H# H
How you tried to set them free,
3 o# e' I9 ^' ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " d5 ^* O6 e7 m, F f$ c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ `; o2 b" u* c/ C5 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ i1 U1 P/ M7 I- K+ K+ ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" I" Q% `0 }2 t2 S# }; A( E3 h- _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( r2 v$ ^) n7 S% ]; S, ]* I, S
; d. g7 }+ [5 @2 y o4 UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . q l6 p/ v( g, W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) ~$ g; }+ }7 |7 z/ S% D3 m* H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% T3 G/ V* F. u- a" bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 E2 R. M8 E4 ~$ h S- lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 n6 a# R& H2 I4 r3 H2 [. H4 u9 {
* |) T) E& R2 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( {% b/ t6 P5 d5 K ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& f! b2 Z: c A0 ]2 d# yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 \) k" I+ C' O4 i. M$ M! |; I8 p/ q& _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) R1 t* ~+ K9 m, e) y8 R D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! j8 [4 ]$ t; t4 V# u+ c4 N6 m8 R
How you suffered for you sanity,; B' ?/ W& _1 e% N- d" A
How you tried to set them free,
( X# K: J' ?( HThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( G2 L! x6 ?' m& b$ D$ ^5 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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