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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' g3 ]. ^' F' X" c/ r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: F |% Z( H f1 |2 ?' iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 c" K8 a# ^9 U+ A. A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * C3 Y9 {# @; f! J* s& n4 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 o. M# b3 G3 B! s- QHow you suffered for you sanity, ; J( L- y- k. f- D4 k8 y
How you tried to set them free, ' q* C( i, |* V; L+ f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( I8 L9 r& D3 @9 ~: {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 r5 C5 c1 X# M0 ?& ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' h5 m* I9 F7 e; r. S2 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - d$ m1 a: m! Z% m- W2 c& M9 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 k+ x$ g+ x, z
9 `5 D: Q: p; l& C0 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , Q @, U7 E- ~; x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 U" L; R& z5 \9 m2 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. ^* {' } i9 J7 o6 \But I could have told you, Vincent, ; ^5 c6 f! r9 a' `% V+ q! t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 d* A: \' W6 d# B% N3 I; T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . q1 z2 g" i0 @- n6 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ ?& P( Q4 @# CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " U% y. P. h1 M( _( }) W: C
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 z* D5 k! G d% v9 t a
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 R2 {+ Y9 \ j- n; mHow you tried to set them free, 0 I4 X) l4 R' O1 C, {/ v6 w' u( r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* L6 i+ M$ _) c& B: j( N: Q" v: F5 CPerhaps they never will. |
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