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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* J2 j: M6 j+ S6 [8 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & c* t7 n! b* X/ j2 ]' ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 t% L: q0 z5 r9 G4 G* Y9 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 H3 |( S8 `1 S+ ~+ J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 f; W/ N& J& m7 N2 a/ U2 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
, C; i9 _% ?9 P' X" P8 pHow you tried to set them free, ' l6 t/ ]8 b5 z# x* W5 f6 L+ S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 Y$ x( U# J; G3 p4 J5 H6 D# h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * \- g2 m$ y: M, M. e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # B, |5 i" Y# Y/ Y. b$ J2 f2 u3 i) q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 A( ]1 p4 ~$ XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 i6 P u& f* j) U% W2 a' B5 l0 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 g& X- C8 W& e: O E: wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
[+ L" `$ w9 p, v# tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 @& C' O9 o1 W- u6 |
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 u: C! y, J" V; s6 Z0 K$ S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. `6 B9 U) e) L5 M: @
( V5 q* D# g2 M" ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) V! D7 _3 Z @1 c/ S2 H$ T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 ^: P. c0 Q3 n6 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 c; n9 ~, L" x9 [+ k. G: s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 Z/ @5 \% E( E; O' j3 ]1 ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , d/ _9 h' A' D" D" e. J
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 l; ~$ v& V7 H8 d) C) C/ pHow you tried to set them free,
9 K' I: e' a4 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 ~ T5 C/ ]7 ^( U7 @0 XPerhaps they never will. |
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