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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 f2 Q" E) S$ |" M3 \4 X/ d- `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 |4 _4 F( U) v! d/ V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: a9 O: o; L& `3 Y7 A/ x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% p: P* D5 t, m8 E, @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 Q5 b Q! V2 CHow you suffered for you sanity, & i1 m0 R* J. D* w
How you tried to set them free, 6 ], w, T! Y9 g: s ?4 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& i0 t0 R0 h; n* XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) T9 D L3 B8 O5 q/ `# {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % E4 k, ]- a% I( V. |, d" @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ l3 C; ]$ B# Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % B; h, Q! t& {9 n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 `" n% q- S1 i+ Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) j4 G' e6 R# p2 o5 B% z3 fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + m& ^2 a8 \# ~ A
But I could have told you, Vincent, j5 |5 K7 K. ^0 v9 O, s+ ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 ?5 g/ C9 X" r7 A! D- [
4 y' e% p3 T4 k: X6 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* `* {8 O" w& }6 `% I, ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - Q$ c" x# N. ^2 c5 T& [7 i d4 j6 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , l# i) t: I' w2 ^9 W, O
The 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, 1 U( H M0 J* J0 P% I6 T
How you suffered for you sanity,6 p* i7 G3 o5 b$ j+ W
How you tried to set them free,
9 P$ e g2 z- T& Q% B+ c% O) BThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 ?+ Y6 y; ?+ M; Q$ |
Perhaps they never will. |
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