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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' |+ i: r# s0 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ {' w5 Z4 ~- n+ i0 x5 l6 z6 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 P5 V3 p; B/ {3 Y8 b, R4 |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- f7 d# g! t' UNow I understand what you tried to say to me, {0 T! W; Y) U: x
How you suffered for you sanity, ; ~6 Q, J3 h% u. {/ s4 J
How you tried to set them free,
A9 X' B5 ]/ b6 |9 l0 ^6 D7 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; ~: b$ Q! V+ N' w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & k. ~: l/ V v }# Q" l6 D6 Y$ |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! h% l9 r! L' N- _4 f; r2 k0 h7 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 O" f# t v& }3 ]0 C1 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 s1 o# y/ x# v' g( _9 m
* \! e4 j ~% b uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - O/ `0 y* s# t' u: Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' M1 B X4 Z8 Y1 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 L8 f" B1 k0 d! ^# ?' W) j5 KBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 A: u6 m+ A& p4 O9 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" }' O% b p' y* l+ MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . c3 M/ S. P+ h* X8 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 z. P- ]0 Q/ t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 |$ t- f/ i9 P, s( T8 w9 `2 G/ v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / _$ k. J. C: N" N" V% ~
/ c- z* K- _( h c" xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. G& _5 S7 ?; K+ K( b* B4 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
) H7 |; B# N! n9 s. mHow you tried to set them free,
i$ H! R* {& O0 pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" ^( [$ j* W8 J8 [& XPerhaps they never will. |
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