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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : n7 c1 W1 ]1 J4 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 j$ y4 w, M/ S# jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 R- R8 O! b& O5 a4 w- c( a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( x& [2 z3 d7 W0 r" i( z2 P2 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ b4 u- M; Z+ I4 F8 {6 L Y8 D# p3 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ i6 r0 n( a5 E: A0 r4 h; @How you tried to set them free, 7 I8 H% Q0 M3 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 I N0 K+ J3 c& F. Y! X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 M' v* V0 L% ^, h1 F' t0 T* G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % ?9 c6 ~5 Z4 D0 L7 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' ]6 o, o5 G* ~& h& Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! a- b5 ]- {; |* q4 C6 F1 W
9 R: h6 v3 D" [6 `9 d: S0 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # h' ]/ n+ S3 n2 Q m) q7 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; Q: j4 Y/ T! P1 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% Q+ q* h! L$ E ]# {0 _/ h- KBut I could have told you, Vincent, , o4 y0 i2 J9 x) b) H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 t# o1 {4 {9 s# w" g TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : D1 D9 f0 k" n* j* F* X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 c' }3 z- ~- v7 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 N$ D* L$ o6 M; j4 q
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, # n" i \( `; i% B. L$ p
How you suffered for you sanity,6 ?7 U% \8 V3 P0 M4 I6 k
How you tried to set them free, / e3 G- A% p9 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 Q2 {1 p W- Z$ L( f
Perhaps they never will. |
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