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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : o& C' E9 T$ t6 d, r/ Z1 p0 g6 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - l, E) L# y6 X h7 g6 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& a& c( |) I+ {0 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 {, h( \4 B% h! I) s2 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' v, X- F( I5 _4 b, r* H
How you suffered for you sanity,
! D" D8 k: x: ~: P. eHow you tried to set them free, / d! u5 j+ t3 R) W" L8 Y' t4 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * @& J" H$ k% L5 k* ]2 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; L4 S3 A3 s2 A& o1 R9 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 C) D- d% R" p& T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - {7 h: s/ J+ B4 W
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, 2 u' C3 b, L: h2 n1 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & W( V6 b/ {: h8 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ W+ y1 j( N: k! w3 O3 F2 e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 T" m% ~' `4 V: W: I. ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, o/ H6 q. ~8 X6 D; L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 a9 ]( Q! Y9 o4 ~+ }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# x- N3 B/ M" h% n( }& }: jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 x! M& Z5 ]" a+ [' W8 P
/ g. F2 d4 \* \4 U; j4 |" GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : m* g1 N( C4 x1 v5 e
How you suffered for you sanity,- N. L( r1 `8 U$ a8 N; r2 @
How you tried to set them free,
" Z4 [/ p7 M3 |/ \: OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 U8 G" d7 @. P/ Z6 nPerhaps they never will. |
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