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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
k, Y4 `; w0 s$ lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# `% X) b2 @2 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# O) ?( h$ v! OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 g! l1 p2 k2 w8 {5 B! ?4 L/ aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 ~. E8 Q4 n0 ?; ?0 J( i1 T+ V' ~How you suffered for you sanity,
5 b) s0 F% T UHow you tried to set them free, ) r( [1 l% S+ Q0 L. I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 Q( U; {9 S7 |* _: c- I% HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; U# f1 D- i- |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' K, E, N" w3 `+ c/ aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# f+ H# G0 q) y/ j. vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% W0 f: [' a/ `- {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) s! [9 r9 p, I; b4 g! v' | NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + B% |; Q1 w2 s4 v4 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 P! `: s% A/ U, S4 fBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 s U+ l! S1 t7 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , C$ l/ z( M: a& i7 i4 D
! G! ?# X3 Y9 @8 T) [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ ^4 H0 n4 [' \" M7 f/ tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 u& q7 u% S: p0 [3 ~* hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 N9 V- j- H! D8 C2 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , y* J- g2 D' v" H
% @1 [/ o) O. T8 n/ x6 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* z! }6 h p+ E, T* e! nHow you suffered for you sanity,8 M' Y7 x: W" P
How you tried to set them free, $ e1 W+ S, s( T2 P% F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 b% K% ?0 N, i2 d5 V! E# G' xPerhaps they never will. |
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