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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 R- _ O! r5 H& QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; c7 o( q7 F& d2 N8 b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 _4 _, [4 u7 U1 J U5 ~! O. x3 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 W6 k( P! ^; ?0 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ~7 U. R) H9 @/ d3 T0 d* i6 d7 aHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 @7 P4 ?- n( I3 v7 b$ ?
How you tried to set them free,
3 `. x; w4 I( h" I7 P& }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. x8 v4 _" M, C% _+ A0 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , [$ z* b5 e6 A, t" ^8 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 ~$ A( S. L8 {0 h: Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - r3 U' {2 H: ~/ e: Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 W, _! O/ N1 {5 Z' FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : x- a; R$ C T9 `3 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
g0 V4 e" ]2 [You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) I# A7 ^6 L* @
But I could have told you, Vincent, & s* l5 c6 I) J6 t9 ?# O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! S5 c# V3 J1 j, p/ F5 r; b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) Y, s2 r0 l" E# U3 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ o) w6 U# s: I. k8 CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 O' v) B, q% V( R2 L b. q) J) ?
! B# @7 G2 _4 V; _8 M5 a- p" ~, oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ T: p* c! F8 k' y5 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
* m0 }% H* F7 m+ Z( A; T# [How you tried to set them free, 4 _ n! B/ Y- Z5 i- t7 M
They would not listen they're not listening still, % g8 e+ @/ b, J
Perhaps they never will. |
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