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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
l, I' D3 {4 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( K& d, N5 z9 b9 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 p# t0 p8 u- [7 w4 Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ I9 S, @9 I" D7 O+ d* s; pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 m0 I5 b0 K4 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
! H8 ~- o" B& P( L+ F5 c5 w. cHow you tried to set them free,
2 S% L' I6 A* R# ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) E. a) u. A+ f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: H. @+ r' V" m" p m! y4 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 @; C# M* ~2 O4 P5 `$ _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, N. U+ x! a) K) T" R; hWeathered 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,
# ?) i7 G) n) ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 k( y1 {* P6 v* n% ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, \$ p" Q4 ~# T' h$ M
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 U4 S% Y( i8 u8 p4 q u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! I0 j# e( o0 N# Q2 \* U
9 b I7 L* Q, W1 R, b( M& sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; G, ]0 k* R! J8 v" B3 e6 ]3 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ b$ X' ^" b% f: ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% P/ @3 Z0 [( Y$ l: a" I: d8 V0 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & F ]2 V4 N; s6 h9 P. U. X5 I
' J6 ^$ ]( D( p$ l7 Q, ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, e2 J, Y* p, \) X) F
How you suffered for you sanity,
) s# T* _# |0 I: ~* RHow you tried to set them free, - l# S8 R4 e: o- \) y; V6 N, A
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( R$ Y6 J( [4 F9 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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