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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : Q% D7 g) o7 w# ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 F# U) q1 D1 Q1 ]4 y: K7 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- }5 w- x1 q0 b) T" x5 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & p/ j+ ~' C* v; l p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 r; \, S" u% ?; ?How you suffered for you sanity,
3 }( U0 C1 U; A# u% e$ m: i5 I6 [5 LHow you tried to set them free, " ^ T, O2 Z3 J. _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * L- k2 d, n: y2 ]% T. J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 L) k/ A( k) ^7 ^/ Z8 H* p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 |* t2 ~3 B q) l( b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- @* W- o+ g% s6 }: [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! o; H' M* n2 `- ^* b# w/ G
: b0 ~1 a" C) a1 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 p9 u5 Y, Y) U2 j* ^- P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 O4 N9 N. p, A; F$ Y1 C3 `0 y$ LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& a- e0 c$ z* J7 e! HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 v* v; M( h4 qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" r5 t2 |. v. U) n6 Z8 H9 A; Z+ i8 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * r$ ~0 I2 }( g0 {. G: l( ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / S/ D- @1 k" L0 p4 G/ u! @4 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : K u# h% J4 }0 p( j
$ n1 X! |) G, R$ jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " @8 O; s" d: y# V, C
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 R+ j" Q0 r7 `; A3 w _How you tried to set them free, ; Q8 U" r. E$ h9 L# I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 i% T9 v) W( `4 I4 o& @Perhaps they never will. |
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