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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& s7 I/ e" Y& {$ I0 [$ Y" ]" qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / f( j" N8 Q2 P1 }4 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 }' a- S) N1 M6 i! |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: g( h2 x: U' W8 F8 d1 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- \5 J0 G$ r M8 `+ ^
How you suffered for you sanity, - Q' U0 n7 t0 G) H/ u: W- _8 L. \
How you tried to set them free,
) y6 L5 G9 I$ k) _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; `) l. P8 N0 z; j- b- z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 o; K9 S: S9 ?; p: J' bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ W+ K5 y2 J8 J* b7 L; y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; v) t, ]0 ]' J. V0 o7 H! a* BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! ?1 [( M, `# ?& ^7 q
v$ P7 U4 \2 u+ HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 T2 \, N/ ~% e* F6 r8 M" u1 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 ~$ P0 E" a0 y: W& N: b. T( F( S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! s/ l9 v" t' H. sBut I could have told you, Vincent, t% O, Y& o7 F+ L2 I, P# p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - @7 R* `( a' g4 _/ b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 D6 A5 |% o7 G1 V4 T+ {5 ?1 W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; K1 ]: w* |+ f* v* z& M" }- [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 g" T) q* X* }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * j1 V4 ]0 G: J: p2 y9 y
. e6 y7 M7 x7 p& K0 |- ~$ y( ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; u7 I6 Q+ a' T. c$ C% M4 @. U; X5 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
- c) [' f. j- {% j$ Q9 tHow you tried to set them free,
' n; E4 r( g- l' ?8 i" |: g( s9 KThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ D9 ^5 \$ W8 r7 M f O/ Y0 [4 h, `5 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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