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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( {% u8 v' {. K& ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : E3 b; c r0 ~4 X- w. s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. K( I# S& w) M- G4 ~) Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 q$ x3 Z: {+ _* y, x) [2 V. P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 a4 j0 Z6 ~! M) J) ]1 RHow you suffered for you sanity,
, g! F! j9 I7 E8 U/ j* v! f! x YHow you tried to set them free, Y8 P2 X% A& s9 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
q: w6 A ]- t7 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 T# [* N' d# a7 ^# D" I3 I2 O5 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 |1 F; N' G/ I2 e z# t8 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) P+ {% N9 {5 F4 B4 Z2 W- |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 V9 c, K& J0 `# p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' r) ~, [2 b L- H1 T7 A: hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # ^) L" w; |: b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( K/ d7 i* s: B( fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& Q& q+ A. q- O9 H) ~& d+ c7 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / w2 F9 D3 ]3 n! }+ W4 ]
/ \4 V3 R9 G/ U) r$ s; O8 W) j5 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 _' t& |; j3 ?# j( y9 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 S" H7 m9 Z Y. S; ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 H2 V' J* J8 A. z5 A/ FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! |3 x) B5 p0 W, n% Y2 ]+ {( X: ]7 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 J5 J1 n& l W2 T$ [/ _6 rHow you suffered for you sanity,0 c) v- ~$ ~0 p2 s2 b! \- l6 j
How you tried to set them free,
/ a' n9 j( @5 `' d$ HThey would not listen they're not listening still, " ~* b% u3 X z2 e4 G& p- h
Perhaps they never will. |
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