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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" J& o; k* x3 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % g& o& i# A0 }: E0 O. z, a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 r$ \ K4 Y0 r; tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 z7 _( k9 w. ?7 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 z+ X# z# p4 M) a
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 H% D5 I8 o' N" k% l
How you tried to set them free, ) w- M0 k8 {1 X- g. M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ }; i$ U$ w9 \! @% F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ t* ?9 k4 V; r% r" \; s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ R7 A0 h7 q( u/ xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( T; z7 H, g& o7 E4 @4 J8 Z9 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 `9 l& X0 u; Y1 B' ]# f) ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & I- d' ?2 t3 v; b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ F: O& c& z! \; `0 m7 l. k( BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) t. I- n" ~0 t" x0 G# \7 p/ M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, u& h& M4 S' |. e$ ~# p- C0 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 Z* W7 ]$ l3 S7 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 n9 F$ O( j# n& w- W% @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & o' |- v. S. o, p- N. B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , F m7 W4 I& t& P6 w
# u; X' \8 u& S9 T+ Y7 a* |, TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; s/ D3 [' a% w, w% @ FHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ j3 h& }7 }7 iHow you tried to set them free,
/ K% a+ q% P; ~4 fThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ s* E( G9 c E9 W' a
Perhaps they never will. |
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