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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " p( W# N- q( T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) Z5 c# E% ^6 Z% ~" s- C. D6 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- w8 Y$ R0 M" D0 x: c6 t: nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 v* f; f" X) ]; E2 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! J9 o; @- F7 T! T cHow you suffered for you sanity, % @1 A2 T5 A' s$ I, U
How you tried to set them free,
0 g s5 T1 [7 ~# Y% ]8 ?5 Y: UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 U# N' p, S6 l1 U/ ~! u& R4 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 J1 s8 U7 @ Y5 ?8 j3 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 L" ?$ U! P {9 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # {$ [! X. n: w3 n2 i/ \ }* d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( y! G7 X7 s5 l- ^4 U; ]
0 O: l: T" ~ C! z( VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; d9 L' F% g: h9 P9 O4 k, H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ `0 T5 W0 j! s8 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , W1 Q4 e. E0 X
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ x( I# _. X( @7 S$ w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % k. G6 P, R' {! [4 P* F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 h/ r3 o2 X: [3 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 F7 M! h7 [- z F2 N1 tThe 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,
( [) c5 R2 {, u" f2 w& VHow you suffered for you sanity,$ G9 h7 ]# a/ h5 M% m* I9 q! E
How you tried to set them free,
: M! ?' R9 m: J- |( R2 IThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 r0 ~. S9 k" x' O
Perhaps they never will. |
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