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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' ~! |( Q+ }5 s u% V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 l; F% e/ k% T& x5 m7 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 ?$ p8 \2 r, p; z4 |9 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & L x5 V8 n0 t2 e M/ T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. s X& g. p+ V) b; h: e% }3 lHow you suffered for you sanity, & w7 |' K; z9 @: l& [/ @
How you tried to set them free, 4 G2 W, @" Y$ h% j, Y, t% v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 h" d1 Z$ n% T r# p! @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " O" B' i1 \; a) t, ^3 W4 W2 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 R* T) H# o U3 l, e' VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 |; d) L/ H" d3 e) o4 H9 ~ FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * r8 E6 G* _3 L) a: J
* y% r5 S( l& T, c4 B& vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 L+ o+ u' g. _* oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- r+ M# n! s1 N( s+ MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, i2 ~# v0 w$ W* rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
^7 e9 N) X0 p1 |$ jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * P& `6 E% P+ L2 M4 S$ M( `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ I4 B1 b& r4 k. i, j3 }6 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 t8 K( C+ s/ [2 A% G4 P" G1 t% N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& A+ B! y) K/ x$ ?5 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 m' m2 E+ c& C8 E& t$ G
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 a( u. p" F/ |How you tried to set them free, 1 J4 P( a9 \5 M% g+ V1 M# U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 p9 }# c7 \& y( e' X! W, J: o
Perhaps they never will. |
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