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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 f+ p9 c+ T x1 q1 B: v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # }. z n: y: s: E, S2 t R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ f2 F4 Z1 E* p0 i* jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , t" d. o, g% D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, w6 X0 _/ T; p8 g
How you suffered for you sanity, ' y' J/ O S: I$ b c( e7 ~. ]7 f* x
How you tried to set them free, 2 t v S8 f" |8 v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: G3 K- ?, n9 h# }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( J2 R. s" U1 W0 z: V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " G! q) J& F' k9 E9 ]0 x* X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / D4 T4 l7 |2 R1 j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 x/ r) [. N& E7 f, [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & z" H1 l' }2 ^+ h/ g; Q9 @3 ^2 J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 ~4 q# P# u* y; _& g2 B7 Q2 F! `( i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. m) W# M) a9 ^8 {$ MBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ s* S( i. I. t8 \( D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : r3 E* n1 e1 H, _$ z2 L% l" U
9 o. g9 v% S7 S; _9 q: P. B% V& XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& U" i+ [3 o9 y+ I( ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ~3 r8 R1 d) N4 O- V2 W! E; `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ g+ m# _" d$ I4 @4 Z2 ~+ UThe 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, + z+ b) B# ]* U6 y7 Z' g. ^, A& V. h
How you suffered for you sanity,
. G7 b3 y, N5 d7 B" S2 \; rHow you tried to set them free, 6 E. X3 D7 ~/ U* N
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! L y4 _. x( |6 n# A
Perhaps they never will. |
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