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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, O6 ^- j9 z7 _$ y" xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 Z( M$ }: h0 E6 U5 o0 F6 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 }5 L H" B6 B' V% I- h8 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " d+ P' I$ {3 E. {) I9 d0 d& E* R& X6 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( w) X* b' w* m- }4 c, THow you suffered for you sanity,
+ } P4 R1 Z; j! C- @( PHow you tried to set them free,
5 Y) C. H8 S8 `+ Y; s4 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) e; I( S5 ~/ o1 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ u4 H% ^! [+ T* l) A5 @* \3 o4 b0 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 H( _$ {( }( u( ]' C: ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 j$ j+ c& n7 s2 u) X: e2 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ p* W- S$ S+ @2 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 j8 P9 v/ ?# R1 e3 q5 J" I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & h' I# _; W, `0 F7 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: M3 M* j. x& G1 \8 K3 g. z1 IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 \$ P' Y0 V4 `# g/ `) H9 V3 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . w" F( H: ] `/ f) L/ q* v
& O- E" @6 _" I' |& L& \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 t1 I5 i, t l; |" G P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! N" K$ v3 ~8 ^7 F/ p+ t" L( ] R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; l- ]$ k% C/ Y1 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - K; R% A9 W* a9 N
8 s0 f2 b) o, a* |: _$ }# g `" PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' w2 F% _" X1 G8 D& L) u
How you suffered for you sanity,. S4 ?3 V! l' E) i1 J' g+ k
How you tried to set them free, * Z' z" Y0 b P6 e6 Z: k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 i) p3 ?* U" {' m4 Y1 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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