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1 V$ l2 t" u# P0 x1 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# u5 T0 A7 `9 w0 R, r; eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' _- B- ~1 _% C+ O# Y5 q* ~" X1 R: BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 R* @- Y8 h' \- R1 ?1 U* P* y$ p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 I+ c$ q- _ P" K( B( h- H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! t7 N1 t; K' F4 I. N$ BHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 @ K3 i' U4 {8 P- e- hHow you tried to set them free, ' v: j+ }: q0 S2 @8 x+ f9 J* ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . R# z4 ~" }: N0 \; h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, U0 J. x- ]7 w* W4 O( i, P3 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; G. h, D" V% _6 z* d0 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" Z) ^& |* G7 @+ ] E2 y" xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 S4 H( x. M7 `. _9 Z( i5 Z( r
; a& D+ x6 e7 g1 @+ i o sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . \2 i+ P5 S/ G5 f2 q* y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, h. r) ]+ V; [/ _! tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: B9 {, R/ Z1 b3 e# sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 G4 `! S' E2 d% OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 w1 H3 i* I9 Z3 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 W: B0 d& E7 p8 [% k$ E( ~6 Y4 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 q6 `/ X6 E% n9 b8 m! vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . n" a% u3 J5 B( ~4 M! l
' \6 x# X% C/ u) \4 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 j; W- h5 C9 c2 a/ L# i) wHow you suffered for you sanity,
" L" c1 D( C2 w% n/ THow you tried to set them free, & x. g' N. k. l
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) ~2 A$ u7 c- z* E1 n0 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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