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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : U8 x9 y: D" q& Q% W0 n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : T3 M5 T, U) c9 _/ H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# y, }1 E4 ?5 |$ _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( Y9 ^' {% ~' B. s: b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. Q$ B" D( a4 W6 o) JHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 a6 \9 H5 a8 A3 H, _. }- {9 vHow you tried to set them free,
( |6 K1 t9 o2 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 |9 S6 Y1 a2 {: o( d* Z1 T3 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! ^& v2 L0 Q; m/ {5 O* Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * m7 V7 H1 A. s" G9 {. n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 L9 b, m6 s, ]+ G9 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 j P. h8 O% e) r2 J. L$ ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - r) f+ F* b% o% I( E/ k# T) g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- K( t% @* f! J) ]# ?6 V/ @You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 u. M3 V9 u! G; n1 L+ M
But I could have told you, Vincent, & c1 Y1 p9 s% x4 D1 A2 e* E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * A: [/ V% K$ ]' d, M2 K
$ R' D$ ~. ^% ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ U4 {1 B# S( G) NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 o. P8 [0 h& p; W3 y N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * X& \" o3 J) T V, Q/ i% M) L
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, * B" F6 x( \: ~3 z; b0 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,# k* e4 X+ j+ V. w7 B
How you tried to set them free, 1 M. |/ ^" h& d, X, l+ B
They would not listen they're not listening still, # Z" k; p8 L' j, n2 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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