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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + ~- A5 Y" _1 G% k4 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & r1 }& `8 y2 t' p8 O$ q" V1 b0 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' `; P) o# s$ I7 W1 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- J+ k# `; T5 k( J' X) _! h# NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: m& V5 h+ @1 ]- n, V9 d# t
How you suffered for you sanity,
. Q6 |2 n4 c, P. x4 wHow you tried to set them free, " ^3 P# e6 w- i. D' C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 Q/ \. H( ~7 O( L3 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 E% a, C {2 t2 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * T$ r" s D, C2 H# f0 R# e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" s6 T/ f% | U3 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! z+ {$ n9 c0 J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 G; P n" n& t8 w* t1 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ v% U+ X" U S: v3 k. JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& r* P3 P- u1 I E; C8 ]3 FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' c! i( w9 Z, x- X W! M+ M, A+ J3 z& IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 U0 Z& `9 c& C+ D
9 `1 ~# G$ ?+ y& eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - I+ ~4 _& Z1 ]* Q1 f8 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) _ i4 s4 h! MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! I- ^7 M2 ]5 L& o5 ~
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,
$ u) @1 B) G2 N- n6 V. AHow you suffered for you sanity,
, ~! }" Y3 a" V) J; FHow you tried to set them free, , Y6 p( `0 R9 C. q+ \
They would not listen they're not listening still, * c" }# H# X- U9 o1 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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