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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& d' Z0 e/ l! f) e) y( G% iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; y a9 K) w; ^) a1 |5 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 m% y$ q. W. x" E. }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- \8 B0 b. S3 h+ d0 e4 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 M" D3 T; {+ U
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 e( x- h/ f+ F8 s5 T+ g/ X- x
How you tried to set them free,
: A+ ]6 m7 X9 B/ Q: n: k: _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 ?/ B: n7 z' {- I% l8 E; x# T9 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 J$ q, {. o* v+ K m) S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% |5 j: @# g% \9 ^* C: [6 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , | t0 w4 a1 [; q6 K1 Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 }! @6 O1 a4 d3 t% o) C8 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. m* t; }2 p. ^2 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* y. W/ r8 j4 P: }( K4 m. d7 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % a4 h3 O* J; J! l4 a' u" W& }1 e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" X% L/ ?% ]" U$ s- m4 |+ _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * r! b8 A" O0 h+ Y/ Q( d2 n
# p% w8 b0 l% \7 \8 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( S9 H/ i3 d! y( ?, H, f; E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 I0 R2 r1 M0 A: I% P/ N' b w, y5 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & f0 U: l4 e& w! j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / V* N7 H, }& W7 M7 z9 {0 v6 T" t$ q
5 V' x P1 E5 d& z0 F S* j- NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- R0 b" W/ w0 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
^9 F. x, B6 {How you tried to set them free,
+ G! G) f* U' g" E! HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# n9 h' @$ B$ L b& E5 H6 W- rPerhaps they never will. |
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