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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 Z$ J7 x6 f1 t) m# `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 \: H B5 v# B9 f- U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 h- y$ F" S: s) r7 ?3 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 A, U$ {3 b, y6 }! t. E3 e2 J X: XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. c/ R5 P3 t( @6 {3 |2 w r7 mHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 ]7 l8 N5 A; }- T! S& I( @
How you tried to set them free,
! p, x1 s" w |, c2 p" I- v' |4 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! d( A6 ^! D6 b2 _6 Q' g! r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + X0 J: f# m. n+ |: A7 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 ^5 e( I) V8 h8 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & q3 P- W, S& L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 f( j; d: ^# t0 n% ~$ v
1 n- d4 W9 r) CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 S# T0 V. |1 X0 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 v* a6 o, R) k8 t; [/ J8 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; q4 H& _6 S+ q9 p4 `. X9 @, F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 e* C- t. A4 p; _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. Y2 n9 z$ C; C BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* v2 ~5 j, C; ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 J. g- l9 v8 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / a# p. I9 f) c o3 T1 I! [8 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 Y; _2 z9 s; N& ^0 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( c6 P) ~5 j0 Q6 y, b4 J$ yHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 J& H; t& Q1 M4 z! h+ B5 ?How you tried to set them free, 5 u" R2 A: w- y/ X( D& _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 t3 u3 O3 r5 qPerhaps they never will. |
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