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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 T6 P" J* |! e7 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * @8 V/ p( C0 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 Q6 ]( g( O8 F" d# WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: j# u) N+ i" N% }+ D2 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- s" a0 s5 E" b* uHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 @/ I/ a( `' ~% O/ BHow you tried to set them free, 7 G- Q- Y, K" B5 N" u$ m1 y7 c- a `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 Z, s+ ^" T& T) L" c# c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 ?/ ^, a+ A5 m; l' q: Y: w3 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - u* q0 Z% `3 K7 T% O3 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 _9 |; J5 }7 u* l& h' H. t1 y. OWeathered 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, : ^. |+ q- D$ ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 p& y+ \8 L r& J. y2 F& L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 k& y. t9 }& o
But I could have told you, Vincent, " Y% t3 y4 ?( g7 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' l* \6 K6 m# X! A+ j! q$ P V1 y5 q
. i+ J5 {3 N. W) c3 cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; ?* ~$ d+ Z# w. R5 S" ?- L+ tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 {( l/ s1 ?0 _: D+ \ l3 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # V4 n8 D. l9 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . B; k+ Y$ X/ ]" z6 R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 X& o# q/ [! u$ V6 N# \3 L6 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
! U1 ?. f) H1 g$ |How you tried to set them free, + N2 G* n! I) R6 c' X
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' L! J2 l0 Q; g1 z% N
Perhaps they never will. |
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