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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ ^. z2 D( u' e# cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / O& f( `) c) U# X0 m$ t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ m3 D: o3 }/ k2 o+ e) aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) \7 v& v, b& G9 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* [+ G0 z0 g. T& O$ NHow you suffered for you sanity,
% |7 H1 B/ e+ N/ B2 I/ y) y5 fHow you tried to set them free, " a% ]5 q9 o! l. b: O5 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
k! D4 ^; z1 l' mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 w, H* G9 h& d0 I* m" lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * \3 k9 \: a1 M: H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 T. t" Q! c- z g3 `+ }1 {2 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ m, R: V1 q, \ A5 n
4 p- i; c5 w; ~% r* r# ~2 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 m! h8 g% P# W# z! I1 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 z2 d/ {: @6 p: B) h4 E) Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) n# ?( _7 w8 W2 Q7 g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 U% y3 `" v8 V: |* cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ D1 Y- K, N) L7 X: W* d% d8 k X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 ~9 V- g& H6 a8 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
e+ w/ `9 \# O+ V4 n, W( q1 {* B; QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 M: w9 \& u( h; X7 ]( e
3 s3 l% A' G, X0 P* pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ B7 G# y* V- f5 r2 ]* m0 s( W8 jHow you suffered for you sanity,; y6 ^, c1 y1 d3 x# }# i! _
How you tried to set them free, $ V1 P- y! V' x% X
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 U5 D, Q- I/ }( d9 q$ F+ C( D$ F
Perhaps they never will. |
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