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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - |0 s+ `# {( {$ y( s# r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! X& @5 {+ D$ \( e. }- Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" ]; \0 g9 ^* e) \9 J: aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 \1 i% ]! z" Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 a4 b- \8 w- fHow you suffered for you sanity, , H. h, v! ]3 R% z9 g9 e& C
How you tried to set them free, . S& I- j" R r2 D( b( x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 k& _: J- l/ J5 }6 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 I5 ?3 v6 E' bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , V- k# F: Y5 M# W' n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' b K( q; m6 Q: v1 n9 q% x( z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' |# m' J* I a1 I8 G( v- C( p% iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( e& M Y4 g! |You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( j* T3 m1 J; ]4 p2 d
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 f# t7 ^) X* m* \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 Y2 r J" }% P+ k7 H
& m. J! H! Z4 F: s3 [$ K, ]2 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# X# H a0 i6 b" Z& cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 ], N9 P% Z. w F$ ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' J" X) G) F9 k8 n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 i. N/ [. D) q% u& w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & [5 e7 X" V+ @) x, W. l E9 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
; _+ h0 T) g* u) ?How you tried to set them free, . [ P; U& r* Q( m9 @$ E
They would not listen they're not listening still, : z' z$ S0 }% R0 E. v2 N1 z7 }) o( C
Perhaps they never will. |
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