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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, `0 U# A9 ^5 b' W$ X/ X' P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 |9 ?& l+ }% u5 y! v; {8 S4 s" B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% B) l# P$ I+ d: N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' |5 \3 j5 c& a1 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& i& T/ n$ K0 c4 f! cHow you suffered for you sanity,
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' j A# i# U3 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 g( E# U, t2 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : b: e5 m3 L% D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% d' {. M. l8 t! S4 k5 c; _5 X5 mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 G, m( R& X- n* B$ nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( L1 V3 H( E1 y/ S+ m
1 j1 Q- f; ]( r/ W) C% t1 C/ lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 i( I( J1 @8 V6 }2 z# g6 D, hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' |) {3 {2 \) c; R) t: ]; S1 \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( V3 t$ ]4 k2 l* \' y' ?/ R& g/ TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 X8 E5 L% o9 T) O- b* _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 O. i* |* p: n+ |6 K. r# d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # G: C0 H f4 o( |7 Z/ h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& g& t9 Y0 r" K" s2 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 Q# n) Y6 x( P C. R- y
# k# o1 N3 @9 }& C* pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; Z1 _ W; [* Y* ~8 z XHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 x: ^) q, Z. g" CHow you tried to set them free, 8 f t8 r2 X# ]0 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 I5 m$ N4 E, M
Perhaps they never will. |
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