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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, K4 C- b8 x# [7 [% `& [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 I% Z6 E: \" d M2 M+ I* m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 g# w6 u; [+ h A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 M# M$ ]: l9 s" n# m: ]+ \) w0 f. O! X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ T; T! z. t0 \9 zHow you suffered for you sanity, & v* L& J. h, m( U- Y
How you tried to set them free, % \$ S5 x" ^! y6 k5 S' A6 T/ I0 u1 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " d' _1 h3 [, T1 d! x1 L5 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + `1 r, m' b6 \4 x* [8 L6 t/ H& P. ?2 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # q$ _; j* o7 {4 L: b7 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" x2 i* b' X* c3 m7 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % h+ S7 f) c/ R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% i: g8 P9 D5 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 Z, d; r- X7 E8 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 G( O4 D( C, YBut I could have told you, Vincent, % C% f3 U5 D' D7 H9 ?8 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . I5 y2 m4 {$ l. g3 Q# @6 o
* G. n/ G; B" R0 OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ p4 J, j* `- C2 i+ T8 s; n9 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ s% j- h% x% S' p1 F- B9 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; W5 }; T1 M8 b- w4 ]( j5 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' i8 Q( E- G4 }8 O: G5 J$ z _) _
; E$ C. G" ?4 W5 L5 m/ L: oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( n/ a( ~& f/ NHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ v5 Q0 Y- T, `: A. Q4 E/ H7 H; N6 M: IHow you tried to set them free, & v( N E- \+ o! j
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( e' @) ^" l5 ~0 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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