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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( ^, [2 c5 c W, g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ j' g! t; i( [2 h& m. g; H M8 @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, T& c( }& w9 ^1 C, M6 S3 D6 Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# L) `# Z0 o9 T% hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 {' k. E, [" V, m3 n2 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
, p# T( N! r& M9 k9 @. LHow you tried to set them free, & E, ~% Y0 d% a% ^' I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 C, i0 d- E, {2 i# ?9 A/ h: G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& s) E- r! G! \% ^! g7 {. O- m5 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' T H z, W: y# F. |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - O6 o! M3 U \+ d- k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 Y+ n ^4 S, L& \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( `! P$ U$ w' SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + s) l' o( [/ Z8 P+ T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, s: U0 y) ^0 r' C4 m8 ~6 iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 I% [. C8 y9 L( ~$ D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; l: I A: p' \3 F
Z/ U8 J7 Q7 y! P( VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , n! ^1 N6 k( ]7 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & N, s+ W+ |' S1 h/ `1 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + C- y& F* j( q/ Q" f! i( C
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, / v: t5 G; Z8 L6 v/ n! p4 c
How you suffered for you sanity,' f7 x0 W c) w$ F# a
How you tried to set them free, " \$ Z( a8 [/ a8 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 j3 y8 i) T7 y% d M0 x! Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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