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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % C& _- U$ w1 ^- G0 E* [% I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 g4 p. k( m" I- Y0 p. K( f7 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 t6 r$ n* t! Q+ B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 v1 A0 X1 N/ w/ t' K4 j/ k! L& oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" F9 ^2 I9 Q, qHow you suffered for you sanity,
' q6 S% J+ f t! ?; t! wHow you tried to set them free, ! c9 S8 Y/ s& @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 b# e$ f9 A: t- TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 X# b s/ I' z# @5 m& k# `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * Q: ~& Z( K. w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 W8 E5 X5 c: F V# k
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, 4 I& D; o5 K" E: l5 A U7 ?, Q/ s0 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 \; y' r, z% _1 @- ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
|4 x( Q+ l; E$ ^0 v( F) vBut I could have told you, Vincent, : Q) V/ O2 A8 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + L8 H- T1 N) k2 `
( d, T; n% c2 T% Z& }& S; B. YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 x. u: r* E9 y' _/ YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . X1 P4 D) ^8 c% A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 |1 D$ _! Q: S) G- U2 i9 pThe 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, P% `7 r! J2 s) K
How you suffered for you sanity,. L% K7 R1 o% V% F& q
How you tried to set them free, & `& d: ]3 e2 s
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( z; Z0 P, K: a3 W& l/ ]* U' _. u. p$ Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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