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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 y7 v9 l: f: G$ B* a4 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 G5 ^) ]4 ^8 Y5 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) y% \( `: ~: S# [1 [5 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; ~. o6 [$ [3 w) s+ O( P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, h2 V0 }; Y# h/ q7 O$ L
How you suffered for you sanity, . E4 w9 n, b' `' l% N1 H0 W
How you tried to set them free,
* g5 g a2 K9 hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * l& v. D% f1 d. R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " @5 @7 V5 V3 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( ]+ P& s1 s9 f3 K5 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 V/ B; k7 u$ p: G8 n) ^$ F
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,
: z- k/ N6 J& x7 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' z7 U+ l6 P1 q/ B( q" T: D" K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 _& }2 Y3 q2 d& k0 }) W0 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 K- q* I4 d. J7 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - Q" B, N5 I; U4 \. N# _
: ]' b) \/ k4 K% q. J% OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; l0 V- F# p8 _$ r& M! ]) I" k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ k+ D+ k& h/ O0 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; X' f) R1 N1 P) L; Y# [* K6 y! zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 R; K9 U/ D+ U$ g/ [0 t- ]& _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 t. W; G& b( D$ E/ a0 FHow you suffered for you sanity,; `! ~: ~% W) _, A" R
How you tried to set them free, & q- F! P+ G) S, j& P
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 M- a( e/ i( j2 N5 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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