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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; I) [( `- A! A5 u6 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! H3 h4 R3 d5 `; N- Z5 V; g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- S' y) |5 H; u6 F, e G5 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! L$ f( u) g) v. lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 Y2 x$ a# b2 N9 v" P8 q+ D3 E
How you suffered for you sanity, $ m, B4 Z2 \# E0 [- Z) F6 u
How you tried to set them free, 9 y" p9 c0 b y( m( t: n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% G+ Y/ h; s2 F0 u+ g( B% FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , D+ s/ U. c/ V z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: V0 v& @# q" t; p. FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ b) {# `, V# @7 X& z/ WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; {* W4 D, g7 x3 `( J
: R3 I' _- {- W9 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 b' b' ?8 \, U7 v5 ]: z7 p" @5 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& q1 k9 s8 \7 @' }You took your life as lovers ofter do, - G# b! t) _9 p9 _" j2 w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. c+ E( H: c# C J" a7 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % [( @' c( a$ |7 s/ r6 q- d- Y" v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% x# x% n+ D) TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! Y, ?6 m8 B6 T+ I; X" K# jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . \) P" C5 q3 s: k+ C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* r3 U" k3 p% `, M! VHow you suffered for you sanity,. p( s0 c+ R7 A' g; t
How you tried to set them free, , {2 T+ r, w' `4 u( e* h9 b5 x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. M5 ~" ?* V3 r. T! GPerhaps they never will. |
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