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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' Z0 A# a" y, N2 ?0 l# }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 a3 C) x& X; l' C( ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ u; \7 h0 s& s- H f0 \2 P: YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 F! h1 y( R" ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ i4 S' |. Y4 s" O
How you suffered for you sanity, ' W. Q' i3 `1 r
How you tried to set them free, N0 ]0 w& u F% `- p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 S; d! l/ L: ?- E6 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 @; b. Y6 \) e8 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 _; [ z: Y' W, b4 D- d4 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 P3 i9 l8 K& f9 d6 ]0 b, p) n# jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ B/ f5 X; b6 Q% S3 T" E
0 ]1 F# g( D% C( U1 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / c+ y. [' g' N6 b( e$ K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) C( e) a. \ I D& x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 h% A5 ^1 [# e; s, |But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 M; ?5 m; ~0 [" r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : u3 j: T, N! i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 y+ o" @ X6 t9 \7 e; h" r6 t' GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 j* g) t; F. h. E9 Y4 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. H+ i, Y8 W- E! ]6 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - J6 l0 `' u5 @: u4 |
0 s' I6 z( [2 D iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ V* q+ r' X8 t0 A6 ]' BHow you suffered for you sanity,8 L: p2 N- y0 c3 p5 V
How you tried to set them free, . O- I. C* ]# B2 U+ J! v& x
They would not listen they're not listening still, * w: ]+ j% P& A) c3 i! B1 E" |3 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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