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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ O# @: } g r1 q7 v1 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ p' P8 _; ?; c1 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) A: I8 k* x5 b# _- `: u3 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. M" S& K4 l- Q" j( {/ hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! X X: ~7 x$ _" [8 L, _. Q+ sHow you suffered for you sanity, & I7 o$ U% l3 v3 Q
How you tried to set them free, ; B/ e, T/ X' V) p/ i K& s, R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " i2 S1 ?4 t3 |. ~, _$ q1 o2 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* G- ^5 S P5 t8 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 q2 m1 F U W; N) K1 A/ lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. I4 O+ e: Y7 A) h1 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 }1 m* n) O( O, V5 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( o0 Q. f3 t* v7 l8 z- O# u* ?# ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, G c' L, W1 \- q! m3 Z- ^( J7 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 r' V8 r+ ?* M* U' x, g6 kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) g- t) _" t' Q. |6 t/ \% F! j, V6 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . v0 X0 x9 [* s9 ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* f+ ] i! M- [' B6 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( ~! e/ L, _+ O$ m& `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " T( r5 t) F6 Q g* {0 _- U/ S4 a# r& N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , a' S2 ]! A5 a9 x" |) U
2 ~7 J3 v+ ~ U! U) L2 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 }2 J$ Y/ l! A" X( v' x
How you suffered for you sanity,) @2 I; v2 n( d2 u
How you tried to set them free, 1 D% Z4 _0 j7 z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 M1 C" d3 k. r
Perhaps they never will. |
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