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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( X X* V: D* d9 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 Q9 F4 W7 q) m: PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 Y' R$ T* ^0 K' u, q5 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , u$ T6 T( Y0 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. q/ Y$ }# c; _How you suffered for you sanity, ; R4 l# M' }0 j3 `% m4 W( ~
How you tried to set them free,
: G2 V' {; e' [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' b7 k& z/ ] |6 n* y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , U: z# t2 X4 ~8 a$ S7 P1 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 A: l O; C2 l* a) p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( x6 }3 y3 A6 c1 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 N4 |- } v* e
* g/ ]1 i! K; s2 A+ y2 o; p0 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ U; U- b+ U3 m+ t# t0 E# D% D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ u; J! K% @( F+ E! O7 x- JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! m' ?2 t" v& x9 Q# B" d# X/ Y5 ]' G
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; }, I2 L3 Y: c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 A+ C) c4 ?- y" M9 b
. b3 y* h( r$ w7 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 g) l* k" V* a. h# a6 m& r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " v6 Z; \3 r) n) p% g% L f* y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& o! P0 d: ~; C! [3 w3 C. AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* p6 Y* R' J) `/ CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; [( [( R. c9 S/ }1 ~' }
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 `/ T T( }6 w& _- J1 J( s- O# xHow you tried to set them free,
5 p# l! d" A; l2 Q! SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 A% Y+ L7 N" V8 R/ v+ sPerhaps they never will. |
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