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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 R4 |( ^% c* k+ d4 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - c8 o; I. A+ q3 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 }7 ^. R" ?9 |. P$ ]+ yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : [ k' A/ S1 Y9 C6 _! M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ I2 R" q) i1 F. c5 pHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 u$ ]( W/ L$ g4 n5 p
How you tried to set them free, 1 }5 \& |7 l0 t% R( D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 N& X9 ~: ^6 L0 O: O9 i8 W) z9 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # ^# m' Q+ ~- n# M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & O5 S6 C) N) W: w$ S% C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' s- S: F1 U& w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # n9 D, Z, [% w" X n
* F4 e9 `( W) w" TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & W) D$ p9 m) _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / d; |% G& u' @/ s+ ]! ]' y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . n, s4 b& V& q5 |8 L8 n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ z7 Q2 U, a+ C# r$ H2 q9 w, ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 f& M1 r( s y7 V9 M! G! i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& S4 C$ E. y' E( o+ gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 r- z, @0 l" D. DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! y6 @) [0 y$ p% c$ ^0 B7 P/ P) ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* J( g: Z% w' g) J9 K5 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 C9 Q% L9 r3 ?% lHow you tried to set them free, + p, u3 [* U- z' Z3 ]8 i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, h; G. x* X* S% mPerhaps they never will. |
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