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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! ?% w6 ?* y7 E: T5 U0 @3 d) _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 p2 C3 P* X X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, i5 x. w( v4 u+ \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& g X$ |3 {: i" yNow I understand what you tried to say to me," t5 d5 H8 m1 p4 I" p, [
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 y1 L+ V- G% u$ g+ b! R
How you tried to set them free,
2 t/ j' W: b) Q8 _" S0 X% Q8 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' `+ w9 o' t, Y3 Z+ w. aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 N1 r; S8 I- ? B; \9 v8 }" u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; w& B' C# c2 K+ F# Q) ?+ Y, h' eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) O h9 C2 o3 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , Z) j# q8 R# K0 Y$ @+ j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ m# o* `- u, XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 s( I" T3 l; ]% c" ^) w: c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 o8 A" m6 i C9 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, : w z- h: g2 J! I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & S, f; b9 F3 I
0 w. K) x- Z d* m( rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 e6 @+ V8 V% I+ J9 b A4 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 n* w. N; y* u, G HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( N) q. N3 r {( N, k
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,
5 X2 k8 t, N% P# p1 c6 y+ H; aHow you suffered for you sanity,
& t. Q9 D4 a4 u* [- @How you tried to set them free,
, T3 O4 f, R3 T, f, K6 B) oThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( l. I5 R& r w, O3 x0 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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