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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' y' J; `# u9 n+ K4 n1 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , S6 u& o0 [; `6 D" R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 I# r0 D6 G3 z' O6 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) b. I- [& r& D R2 M( i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! I5 R f2 x$ q7 f6 z2 {$ e3 p. p: D2 J' @4 sHow you suffered for you sanity, ; j. K5 _, L4 w
How you tried to set them free, 3 U# A* w( N% ]2 a, y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ K" T: `0 Q( M7 r* i! qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( o/ G/ V5 A! g( YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( `7 E: \7 e5 r- [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; N" y R/ i z* [$ [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,
9 P2 w2 z4 {% L3 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ {* w2 b% g' h( s# H4 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 Y) S; @2 \/ h% k# r
But I could have told you, Vincent, , x5 ? h' e- |% q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , h, R/ I' I! S7 m) G9 {/ O* r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 A0 B8 j4 G& O7 k9 r: ^, d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. i( m# t' ~9 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) K3 h( \0 U9 I% W# m# p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 x4 z. O( J4 S% M6 P' g% l
/ G% I) P) ^3 k# u3 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
J( p( L6 Z. H5 gHow you suffered for you sanity,, k9 @/ }- P' O6 X3 ]
How you tried to set them free, 0 W! [. K$ B4 N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 k3 J7 L1 E+ j* ]& K& u. T
Perhaps they never will. |
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