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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 }8 w$ V" d( q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# u+ ^# c& P: mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# r: m: t8 K$ w. i. g2 F0 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , a" H' J# ]& y% ?: j1 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 S7 a$ U7 S4 U( F2 h- }) AHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 Q. @; x! U7 A# v: WHow you tried to set them free,
* W6 k4 D* D- {: b( k7 X. S" _7 F5 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 }/ h6 P6 p" J6 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' R+ f3 l" B9 T- t* k8 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 C) |! ]) Q& M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 D" e- f% G; h: |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. C) S) \# R" f9 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 x. s }2 _# ~0 c' [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ a/ t' q, T( a9 ^3 S/ BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
I8 B7 M0 s4 u9 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + H( ^( z% q. ]7 X4 T. ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) Z7 D9 M' O- A* g$ E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 Y& B. J$ l* d' j* v- t9 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % |, p Y) Y8 V- z# w& `" v+ s, _
/ @: A1 i$ Q/ ?. S2 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ E9 o, `' S$ L
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ z( E3 N+ L) K! bHow you tried to set them free,
* O1 D+ I5 ~7 r, x- w; C( NThey would not listen they're not listening still, . E/ M) I2 X, X; t* e9 {8 w* N
Perhaps they never will. |
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