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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 P% z+ j8 O, b6 C9 l# }/ i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% s, [7 _, `9 c# S- d2 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. ~: g- w: R* o- SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : K1 X6 @: p* N9 L+ G& V, z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ x6 A7 ^# d2 t, l6 nHow you suffered for you sanity, & ~% W- i/ f2 t4 @* ~
How you tried to set them free, 4 j2 c, q% G9 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . Z" k# o' e E1 ]! V5 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' n% L$ [1 a8 W$ }6 I4 Q0 y WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- e: e* Y4 M' ~: FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % r9 k" j E. e$ q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( t& C$ B' C% i: W+ M- A
: |6 @! j" C- D ]7 M, YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 n" `% S4 J" N, v0 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 L1 Z3 ^2 s) f7 C9 P% v- FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - P" T3 r( o3 [. H5 ?8 L3 H
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 q% m9 b) }1 O8 T! f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + |+ G( u5 T& R, S. \: A. N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( m" J) X8 w/ ~5 T. s9 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 {; d* {+ v; N5 v. X( R1 F' VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; m V/ b ]! N0 ~" v, Z% CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 ]% G+ b$ s9 P- \6 y+ f0 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
! g7 I) x# N+ y. T. ]$ Y9 ~How you tried to set them free,
3 O+ R2 t) r4 f8 b; B# ?They would not listen they're not listening still, # x% U& x) C( g
Perhaps they never will. |
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