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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. {% n7 U4 h* [* w1 ?" m( iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
?8 A* ]1 ^; J: K5 E% e3 Y a) @. u! LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( {* U+ j" x+ u, g. ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * h Y& E# K% V; T$ Z2 G( M) U$ x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; S1 W# i1 R- e6 c0 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
; \% r5 P( A$ K8 P' D' vHow you tried to set them free, 0 ?! X* O$ H2 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - h1 Z' t# ~# ^' K. g9 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( L- S. U, _! m' v/ x4 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) W' \8 F9 G& u1 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 Y& W0 t8 S1 X) |2 O- }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , D* o: C/ m6 b! Y. I4 L6 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 L q$ i4 F9 o7 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
S& } N8 N1 [* M4 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " b# Q' e& F, h3 j0 m% G& |3 n
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( Z* J2 C! O2 f/ o3 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 S0 B* C4 \1 d7 g6 P3 f* RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 V# T C6 j, KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; M* K1 O, I; ~ s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 c6 ~. s }0 M! h6 B0 p) Q' H1 f9 d
' L4 Q" T3 j; V0 z) YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : m* K2 V( i7 m0 d1 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,/ ]0 L2 `" {, }0 q4 S/ ?: H
How you tried to set them free,
- F- ?, G/ \2 Z& A; A0 n( |They would not listen they're not listening still, * _% w! q. a4 O) A" ^/ Z( h" _& w
Perhaps they never will. |
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