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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' d9 ^9 m1 Y7 v9 r; SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # i0 T, Z0 ]8 W; m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: @# J2 Y0 C' Q( _& J4 {# X( ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # U; e( ?7 L" O0 A3 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 u. i2 ] Z. o2 j. S$ i
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 j8 T6 o& V o: l3 {How you tried to set them free, - I. W/ ^- c' _/ X# I1 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 v B8 s! d( o/ {. {% k7 ^0 W2 m* GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' W* h! C8 T: d8 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( c$ e6 f- Y, {( u7 @5 r! ?+ X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 I4 \0 ^6 u8 F) k/ V" i
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, % R% D5 e) ~$ a3 T V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 W5 O$ t' s0 G8 ]+ \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, d$ ]/ N$ l6 z; U# o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
e7 y! N* p) R: rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 \) ~4 Q% I" }5 m; w% B5 h) x
$ X% }9 |4 V6 I# UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& t C* H) ]; y. S$ WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 a6 |3 y0 j7 O3 [' j: XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : z+ ?4 C t1 X, n% x5 Y: u8 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* X; }0 n5 d5 Y: l4 q2 `% O# vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# c% Q5 K0 M; CHow you suffered for you sanity,
: P$ g" o$ `" j( X/ n" k6 J9 mHow you tried to set them free, $ s: E1 ? _. w
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 U: k- R8 e" x+ X3 F# n
Perhaps they never will. |
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