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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ] E0 C. X: m5 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . ?/ R# l" a, x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ V: Y" N; W, u/ pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; g: D4 r n0 I0 z6 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 u2 G( z1 F2 Z4 U( j; @) C% S% SHow you suffered for you sanity,
# v& ^" x5 v0 D+ eHow you tried to set them free, 8 q u! h+ e6 d& d! t2 l; j9 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ~3 u3 D9 u" t. K% p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 \( d$ S* E# A6 v# L( u' n. \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, S# A! ^6 Z1 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 {$ D$ S% P8 i* t& m; QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 p ]& b5 i+ W3 h! S) X7 c# ]4 T, r- N
& u% q% X+ @2 y6 u9 E- [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( _1 U; ?9 D# \( D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) y* k1 w( s {) j' L y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; Z y/ E3 a9 c9 WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* D, E# {% j# F* I5 C( Z" _! fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 n' C/ I6 e8 d3 H3 v( I2 }3 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) x6 B3 t' F+ [, O1 S4 o1 @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 D3 x }8 {6 D6 x8 g' z; @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * I3 f% S5 s9 {9 B$ }2 l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) }' u5 B" _+ M0 L) XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ _' h: q. E- O* S7 X. K+ eHow you suffered for you sanity,
' J5 j& D n% x+ k% Y+ _' wHow you tried to set them free, _; h0 l. Q S7 M9 x0 C2 o3 b# {
They would not listen they're not listening still, # \/ _* p5 c8 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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