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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' ?& |5 V4 r; L! `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % e4 m. X' w+ ]7 y* e. T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, C0 }. B3 K* X, N4 C) YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : x1 ~8 X9 Q% n" l( f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( x1 O6 w$ O* c* i. d0 y% f& @How you suffered for you sanity, / b4 W$ ~& V/ `) j$ Q5 R, q
How you tried to set them free, . o# M" C6 D- ]2 V% B% P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; v) W! f( @; b9 `$ {, y2 _3 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 {* }; A$ I3 Y2 @ b. H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ w u8 ?: m% ], e7 e" x+ B# F6 q8 Y9 OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + G( _0 U$ A; n' j j/ O0 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - ^. [6 l3 l1 f8 i4 ~
! t1 E: S2 J. hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . X+ e7 M4 O# T* _* J7 Z7 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + d0 N9 W8 c% w4 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( S; S+ s' K V4 J) M& k1 x1 L) QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; _; Q, B Z8 A4 J {. I) a7 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* z7 k; k0 y- `2 c) T! k$ OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, Q7 @& P0 A- A; f' n: m; ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / R3 x s' `9 O1 B# q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' L7 A1 W' Q. A! z5 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 |* ^7 u8 h) Q- p- \+ [2 f: S5 [( \
How you suffered for you sanity,& H+ F g% ], p; F8 Q4 F3 D
How you tried to set them free, / q/ I: m4 }) ~( {. ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, / J# u7 c0 K8 i
Perhaps they never will. |
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