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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# F/ S. s1 r1 s, `- v3 s& ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " t* @( P* \& I3 }! I4 e' W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. @: M& y0 r- bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ v" o7 i# Z2 f+ F, M0 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me, J" N) D+ v" M( Z
How you suffered for you sanity, / |6 J1 |3 R. E$ p; T, B3 B
How you tried to set them free,
A, j) A* k2 g' k3 y' \* HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" i) ?& o' V) aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % t- D' W& A* E' S0 e3 ~' C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ C) y- C; v2 R& p# P1 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 R! j% F$ J5 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : k/ a6 A) R' T4 T2 Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 _' S8 ]+ B; B& T3 t0 N2 V$ [2 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 W5 [4 w2 T* e( }9 h0 w- [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( l. m( P; \) g0 d
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) M+ b8 P# J9 ]) X" C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! f) I) W& I$ c
3 A- O) Y' i! U5 j7 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ `- T: p1 J: Z+ |9 K( h5 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
n6 K' y9 ?- r: [* ?( T( ^/ J( W& cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , }+ K' f( Q v1 M0 T5 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , F' b% E4 p3 ? q) b) Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
S3 K+ k/ s2 \5 UHow you suffered for you sanity, _( g* K; y F" d9 c+ e
How you tried to set them free, 7 S- g7 F( ?& A0 Q9 L# Q3 G7 M
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' G7 C/ W( M1 q* S9 c' [4 p4 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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