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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 ]( H# U# |- f8 S! B- s+ GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# z, I, J2 @2 p- V$ I0 H3 \0 I+ m/ pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" [# A9 [# a& |, VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 M. `$ d6 K: X# P2 \' I- @4 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& m& @ q, A g4 X8 O
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 g* m4 Z* g& F8 s! j
How you tried to set them free,
7 x5 ?5 D$ l, Z2 |4 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) F9 z0 [" ~7 o1 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - {& }8 S* w, L7 u4 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 I( q4 |; \$ G5 {6 ~: }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * \2 c, K$ H. a; i4 Q; }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( Y* \* K" f, j0 ~5 m. f% u
0 ~- Z' L; @' I# \8 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 I5 Y- U( H) j1 a2 S9 iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - `9 q/ s6 @+ X( @- R( U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, Z3 d& L3 X4 O& [; G2 {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; k1 ~0 V1 Q% L5 v0 [2 t! kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 r( w1 \) g JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 P0 D9 z# Q; E. A5 i6 }% F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
~1 @/ U2 K' zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " ^7 T" X1 S, N J ~! \6 K" x$ z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * Z7 G/ M2 f7 j# o$ o+ @
+ C2 x6 K) z7 [) [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ q5 N8 w+ s0 W; o, J/ L
How you suffered for you sanity,# {! W, H$ A1 r, v' }6 c& N" g8 h$ E
How you tried to set them free, % l3 h& r, c6 E9 W8 w z
They would not listen they're not listening still, % y( Y$ u: [$ n" w) W8 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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