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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 @& |" O8 r" S9 s6 w |0 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ Y( p' o- ^$ B: w/ u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 B6 O; g5 {! D* A7 s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 i& ~& G( ] N6 q* A- I+ K) U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 f& a8 r$ |3 E# @3 h3 k4 bHow you suffered for you sanity, - _0 d" P k, a7 c. C* h$ t
How you tried to set them free, A5 n) c [5 n% \8 o) G9 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) G& i8 g6 X! Z M( {1 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" p$ b5 N! x) c; @8 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . b, K( W3 z0 s4 z6 |2 q& ~2 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- T7 i% v) [3 {2 v- P) `, IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & K- G* y7 i q6 t) z+ e
7 ~, N4 G* l! O8 x. u1 l: ], q8 p, q6 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 u" d3 n. l. w* A$ R AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 ^1 P R, l, ~9 w5 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # A/ ]6 i! P" }6 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 Q3 Q, u; ?8 T( A/ y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 G& Y) J9 K% c( M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . i5 p- J d( E! ~4 x: E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 |- b# q% F: c' U LThe 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, 9 q, G. x- `$ u$ M& {) u2 n3 y4 `5 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
& v X5 `. b% W7 n) K6 F+ vHow you tried to set them free,
' n1 e- y% J$ {& K* y% sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# F; I9 K: I. x* sPerhaps they never will. |
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