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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. b- y. q. z7 f6 F: j# BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 X4 W2 J9 N1 B! j& h% {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: O7 n/ p- l. K {' P$ k- Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 g% Z$ z1 S4 y) U8 U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* f9 ]$ ?. K2 O6 _9 _+ U$ ^8 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
; B8 ]( R+ q/ O2 r5 @; [6 O+ G% JHow you tried to set them free, * H, w+ u6 Q1 |, U- O3 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ p8 J K0 z, ^% e4 w j4 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' o5 v4 D0 I- C6 C- Q/ n) { u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 q+ ]; i9 Z" ?: z9 A/ s; ~ ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - w4 Z, d! z- R& [/ i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" B9 Z2 t* Q# v9 x0 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # a$ y/ Y7 Y b- k. m" X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 i W+ j, W( [. }5 b5 \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. g+ z) [6 t) d9 A9 xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( u/ P4 L/ Z/ n) w7 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 H3 T# Q0 @8 ?/ u, U7 V8 j
0 r2 ^( c# Z8 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ }6 l/ c+ ~6 }( }" Y& V; ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& m6 h3 D; _4 c; Z) h* n* pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' b3 S: Z6 z2 ^! x% @1 j7 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * } L a1 ?4 [4 E8 h/ V- _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , g* ?/ c' |6 l7 B5 B: J2 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 v' ] X M& J, ?) d# BHow you tried to set them free, ) _2 y8 Y* d+ q" n
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 I/ S1 p2 d+ v. W# q- J; L0 B
Perhaps they never will. |
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