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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * j4 v8 _, D# }! a. u- u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: C$ I- U( ]+ U1 g/ {4 r: ^ BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) c; q) V6 m, X9 C# E+ u0 ~0 j' E, P0 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % \" P9 g& z/ D9 S A; O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. Z: }; Q$ d: A5 I# s c: f9 BHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 F- d$ D( O4 F$ N* N
How you tried to set them free, , Z: |0 G7 ?0 Z- E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - y! X1 s# h! S2 x# t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* f- e2 \+ k$ [( ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( |5 A4 C" w" c5 F8 C1 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) z2 O! s& _3 T' ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. }! d" ]( u- w+ s
( Z R3 S3 I) V; q# o6 e! d$ m1 eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : N1 i& J& C5 w( O. t. z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. f4 t4 N5 U+ X5 g( ]# N/ eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% G7 i5 O; e+ i; V. yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! t5 ~* Z3 d% M6 x6 |* C: Q1 n% ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% D( \% O, ~8 N9 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; O. f* a" C. A! h }3 ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 x [. u- ?- p: j/ a8 M Z8 G; h8 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # v4 P% S" P Y$ x5 S5 m! e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & J& |7 m! K8 E% r) h' z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* J5 w N x# ?How you suffered for you sanity,5 V; H- k: o# Z1 R; z" Y$ U$ O
How you tried to set them free,
" J. T4 [+ u% d$ g! O8 L0 o( bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& U: ?# B3 m; @' P5 }' b# dPerhaps they never will. |
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