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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% }* V7 i) Y7 o3 S# zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 @$ _6 H! i6 M- u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 i- D9 p5 ?+ ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' C3 ~$ e2 |' |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( I: H5 d( j: E: d
How you suffered for you sanity, " S7 D" p# B6 b( k4 H
How you tried to set them free, / p! l* [9 }* Y+ j! h9 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# a/ E1 V; h6 i/ i8 w. L8 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- _# `+ q, i) W" }" I4 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . J' {3 A8 d1 @( S4 y* ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# S& D2 x, [+ @1 BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( C [: t! Z: v6 S0 {5 C- y
; N% f6 }& K4 D! r1 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 L4 X, H- K) u+ X( d2 E2 t0 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! n9 q- D M- k" F9 J* l x7 @: ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + U* ~4 [) \0 c/ c
But I could have told you, Vincent, . v Z& n1 x' e5 s# X3 C; o& o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / ?8 u- ~8 W) H0 ]% D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , n0 o% j4 ^9 [8 n! w. w: n" i9 |( Q+ P0 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 V2 g/ D1 S, C1 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 w7 }( c+ p$ a2 L8 q4 Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 V+ ^6 l( I( _2 n ~/ a& q
6 b% {1 l4 e4 V0 a2 L2 z3 A2 @9 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 \$ v6 K( G$ j* ^) T- V& h
How you suffered for you sanity,# s9 h5 n3 n0 h& y
How you tried to set them free, 1 T2 `5 G$ C4 E" D: b
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 {/ o" ]( l3 t q/ F' a/ Z! ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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