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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# f+ l ]( l5 k9 ?) RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / d( p n. l: ^2 |/ F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" V2 ]8 w- `3 g$ I- yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# `& z& k" h' G: u4 v- w8 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 C0 e) m; z* q+ q0 g7 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 k% E. n) K1 }" M A$ A, k' PHow you tried to set them free, % G9 P1 G& m$ C( X5 s. ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) U- D n8 K# @& M( }$ TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 ?) s9 \/ M0 n2 h0 M L4 J% ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % z/ A/ _) p8 A! s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) _0 o3 L& r6 n- h( e' l* O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; ~! w4 n V3 [& R2 ]% UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; _4 K' W" K& c4 M. T2 L# e( Z; n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & L$ C4 b7 |' A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: B) L# E' f5 x2 iBut I could have told you, Vincent, + j; u: X: h( O( U7 l% J) s$ M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 ]4 X2 Y1 `* T" Y! N* {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : g$ w2 p5 i2 w. e) q8 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) P- G' J L4 H9 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 U* \7 a+ V _2 X; S: fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - r; M# e Z/ V- z! d
! E P& f1 u5 q1 _" b8 u, J' A* ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& O# R3 K# K* S& P: ? v7 Z& }How you suffered for you sanity,
5 C6 C$ p7 F6 k) j: J6 n) mHow you tried to set them free, ! U9 ?+ \) h |* {2 |
They would not listen they're not listening still, & Y3 `& i; y7 t2 O; B- Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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