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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 t9 o3 w& q# T$ u3 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* I3 q5 g8 Y( x* S9 P8 T# fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& B# I; H S$ f/ N I9 C- q" Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / ~9 I* k" [6 x. L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; F- j- u" @. W6 M u( ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ x; ]& S9 v4 D' p) y8 f: }How you tried to set them free, % ?! ^) z) i/ v u; Y- s) q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . i/ a$ K4 u" h ^8 q+ T0 K: E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . y" n' P( [) X# e, E- u, n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ ~$ t' [7 q0 m8 d8 x/ [/ R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * O" { O( Z, a- R; R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 j! [9 t: m! d* J8 w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 \' R" \2 V0 h( eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) R5 h! O& W7 X: g' e! i4 P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 ^2 p2 B5 W" P. I* n5 M, t9 SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 R: w K" n# ^. o4 E* w& MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 Z4 A; i. v4 a2 E3 c- v) e4 d
5 ?6 g) q) G6 ^ D) PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( o5 _% S; F3 K7 x( e0 q8 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 o5 q* d# [" x, F; {5 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 g; D- ]0 S; A% I' `) k2 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( _" z3 ^0 \: D% b: S2 k+ K7 _8 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 H: _4 E2 C' u8 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
, z; O# v o6 q2 f9 Z; pHow you tried to set them free, % z9 b3 w& J! F/ {. ?& [+ O ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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