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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 I' m, r- ^$ M" S8 bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 m$ C1 u* I+ y# Y# x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 p B8 s1 N; R6 l, A( h+ e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" D. c' o( s' U/ Z C7 _; _$ ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# ~! G( ~0 s6 i ^& ~, hHow you suffered for you sanity, % M% ?) g( }; [6 ~& B; l3 S5 K
How you tried to set them free, 1 B/ w$ V1 ~+ [2 `9 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ Y% T& w" R$ }1 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , n# C% k6 X( P/ D& T) Q3 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 K* e( U" q2 C. r; S* m2 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 M) ?" y# ?: n* \% H! WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % S6 \% ^: y# H3 B+ y
& N+ k9 j9 h$ K/ d; R6 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% w' T& E( a3 O/ x- T8 i1 R/ eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 y# ^ p7 c# X2 t0 h6 [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# Z3 @6 x. Q% R# a' G0 X0 n/ wBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 n/ b$ I8 i/ s1 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* C( d& I' U7 P* ?" b* ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
w, t' L; `/ S7 f- ?6 F5 ~6 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + y, t: w- ~4 E5 q* d( E: I3 o4 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! g$ S+ g6 X5 T4 ~. d, a0 x2 \0 i
The 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, ' ~7 z# p# C. c/ W
How you suffered for you sanity,
- c& k7 H% n0 i3 B& KHow you tried to set them free,
+ _2 f7 w3 e6 F$ u3 C" |3 iThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 s( ]! r) W# w! }
Perhaps they never will. |
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