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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 Q; h: G6 |0 M) n6 i/ `+ t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * v% K+ |8 j& v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, m7 {5 ?/ J( ]' K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# N2 U% W6 Z1 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# Y1 } H/ l2 A4 DHow you suffered for you sanity, % w; t# ~7 ~4 T7 ~
How you tried to set them free, ! |- v+ O9 S; R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 L8 v# `, C, B+ u) m- ]) OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 m7 ~# x7 I! l4 R* _ nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
t% G* i% [$ J; K; a6 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * s( W. [9 T4 b2 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) O5 r& q3 h* ~" e$ z% ?5 H, n+ }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 C4 k% L' P% h# K7 }0 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 U8 F$ B! X. j( K+ ^" cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' }. n$ R1 H4 l2 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, q* [' G! ^* i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ j: M# ~7 P" V# e5 m* lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! R8 S l* D9 H. R/ q h: n: X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! g( W7 w+ X$ @" X d, s" M' }
+ B( H" s' D. `+ O+ j/ ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 Y# t3 J3 S, L. `/ O
How you suffered for you sanity,7 ]5 L# e# T4 T9 Q& e b0 d
How you tried to set them free, + ^8 f* p' ^- W- S( u- z4 P
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 n/ V- @: ]% G7 k: @5 ~6 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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