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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 }, m: N s% B2 q A& A0 i6 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 ^0 v- B x+ C! r% Z" u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 ^# N* _; X- H4 k7 U6 {9 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " v4 x$ d0 w, c" o; _. R/ n8 }! @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# `# }) R# i5 B, \; |; V
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 r% }: y$ G: \3 W
How you tried to set them free, $ j$ G4 u- h1 Y, [8 [* f# Q$ }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* ~! C; r! }1 ?$ Z# o) wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 g+ ~# E# }( f* C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- T5 Z' t4 ]) A; ` N/ vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 O: g/ T1 r& XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & I# g" E: l, A+ p2 Z( I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 ?6 a" b0 i! x& ]) N) tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 d5 \1 i r( X8 ^ A# s3 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 Z; R+ s$ t. \ n) k3 R. n: h
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 V+ D: a( A1 |7 {; d0 P7 ]% r( P0 i k; u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " G* R: Y" }4 {8 v; C
4 C* O% J+ H& T+ iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & U F1 J7 ]6 K9 g; w; ^9 Z4 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, u2 n' u m/ R7 m! u$ d& W# \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* [* v( b% @" w5 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 n2 k, y1 L" C: v' \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( H/ |& j% h/ C& H) m U
How you suffered for you sanity,
, Y- l+ p4 L) A/ U( V* KHow you tried to set them free,
) ~$ b. z% N# A! uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ [- V0 Q9 W9 S$ B hPerhaps they never will. |
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