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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . X1 y+ c2 ]' b K: m% I8 D x- t/ N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # U1 j" _% c6 x* c8 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 V3 T" G ~% w m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" u& D6 A. O% MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 j% [8 G4 I) M9 t1 ?4 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
. l3 k. }4 `5 z" M" }" P: iHow you tried to set them free, & |( V% t: w/ C9 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! i0 @' p& q- ~7 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & m' o! A; @& t9 ~! }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 Y7 f) h0 p" G/ q l K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 W4 A7 G0 }+ E+ V2 c4 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,
* I" R5 f% k" T$ n( g! V. P0 MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* p4 ]0 f; K8 g1 C* A0 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 H3 N$ Z5 U9 E) U; P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 z" v' d! u6 }! V( {* y) ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 h. q( b' T; H% h& J9 @
$ Q; G% K2 o" N0 C3 o% IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : T3 T" i4 A% q1 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ D, i4 o2 }2 F; u# e4 a, R$ q9 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 ^2 _( b( i( c7 T6 j
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, * f# n: l7 r8 }. o
How you suffered for you sanity, W s2 S, O- u1 x$ q2 p/ l/ G
How you tried to set them free,
, K. o+ I4 r! {They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 o L# F- m$ ^1 F$ S/ M6 UPerhaps they never will. |
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