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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) n. l/ ]" c n1 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : ? J) `! T8 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' _& S* e* T: X% W7 p- |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 }4 D6 \9 h! d. V# e3 I( t2 j. D6 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 a$ b; t3 F! F& K/ @; w& u" y- FHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 q7 y3 }2 I2 f4 T/ S
How you tried to set them free,
; f- y9 w1 q5 }1 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! V# H5 L% z9 B$ b7 Y! s! m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 W* r; j$ Q. f0 p: \! P: Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & J8 p8 `1 a$ {9 N) z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' Z3 j9 x: o! v) O3 _: \! K+ Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / p8 F0 Z3 _. b7 b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- C) o5 f" ~7 ?2 Y) Q$ _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 K, p# @; R$ t% E1 c$ E, Q4 t5 B# o6 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ j3 O9 A9 d! c: QBut I could have told you, Vincent, / N- Q) P9 Q. u0 T% ^( `' [! N& c; B5 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 H: H& h* @: |
0 \4 P4 u5 B/ N) _8 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) E8 h$ M [ B, r. X4 W6 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 I5 w" V( s3 S k. Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ L" \& n4 [4 `$ p+ IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ e% R, c$ s" ^8 w( D# B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / P5 N8 b8 T$ j7 N; C- X
How you suffered for you sanity,
% Z+ W Z0 k% R+ T- i$ [How you tried to set them free, |3 Y l1 f$ `$ h; p
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 s3 h" U& M7 m4 H. G4 B8 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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