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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + b( Z0 M/ E8 F% a. d" n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. E; w0 K. I2 A# a& m- K5 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 t* ?+ `( e! a' @ i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' |4 e4 M5 h( ~9 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 Q# i7 {: u; V
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ g5 d9 x+ W2 ?# y1 E# oHow you tried to set them free,
/ X8 Y' b% L5 K) q9 R4 J% L1 F! hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 F# n0 Z5 L0 z' X/ vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / g* b6 Y0 I& v9 _, X# g; {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
]% b* A; B+ |" b+ \$ qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: J: p. L& M. \& B/ V5 r. s! XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. q3 e, [, v; I$ }# v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 j8 l- f8 \ {# q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # n: N* P# _- e8 v# V1 O0 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 f3 G' j+ u/ a# i* tBut I could have told you, Vincent, . Z/ r% R2 P$ j1 v: [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' j9 _- W+ Q- w9 N1 W' O
% y; q* l3 L" AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 _, ?8 i2 C0 F0 _2 \/ x2 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# Y$ Z% C! W, i0 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 _% _1 |8 M2 S Y. ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& z; {) E9 [1 N ? b1 F5 O8 Q# v) lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, P W4 L# ?: ]/ v8 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,! q( Z G$ ?3 }, V
How you tried to set them free,
. B& F, y2 g7 ~They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 D K) W% Y# o5 K* C/ B0 ^( @
Perhaps they never will. |
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