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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 Y; F4 p0 R' h h& g2 F5 w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - [% m) y3 d- q6 Z$ d# @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 X9 @6 M) m, ?0 J4 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 G0 [; @1 X# f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* N$ _6 o( [) d8 F3 U5 M% Y8 HHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 ]1 a4 ~: h& G5 k% j' t
How you tried to set them free,
0 ^5 R+ S s0 y2 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ F: k. i' V) X& EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" `+ o- V7 d0 o3 \/ X4 |( q% V, bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 y9 |& R: R0 v! T# ?8 V9 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & q c2 P1 q6 C4 p$ S, V: y C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 C/ E1 K# q: }. P$ y. v6 _/ O+ FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 a, M0 j6 J$ o% N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
M$ ^( x: L7 s+ N/ YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . n! w9 e1 b9 n6 X& W
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! R u- l8 `0 X7 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. `' T5 S. n4 `- `! s
2 m# K& S' ~# G' k, UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / o! w2 |4 e+ ^2 {: d8 ~7 u `/ Y& Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 F$ I2 \. a5 [7 \& O1 v6 z- y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 \! G+ W9 [# } G c& t, @3 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ S3 }6 p5 Q) y, t' h/ lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! h/ I# J% M# u$ m* M# K! c( WHow you suffered for you sanity,) [& f: _1 J4 [0 @
How you tried to set them free, , X9 U" @6 I( I E' o* o
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ O) O* G1 ?, g' C5 f4 ]+ d
Perhaps they never will. |
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