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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 l% b* T6 x: g4 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 W9 m. y) v, K: I9 W- n$ t! zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ Q {2 S2 ?, ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . {0 {$ ^7 j+ C, ^/ n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 O" J$ Y# r0 ] VHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ ?% C* h, M' c+ A7 s7 OHow you tried to set them free,
, V# y/ b2 [ x- P: qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 j4 O/ k, K# S, ^5 _* X% g) wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% _" D! M1 S5 [" k5 D5 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 Y: r2 }7 q# s8 ?" j4 H3 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# {4 j. ~5 U' m+ F/ G7 Q2 vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) k$ f/ G3 h4 Z$ V L+ ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. Z9 K }0 }8 Z t- T0 y: TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 ]' a6 I- C2 S+ P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 K3 e6 |* ^1 T% e& `$ T; ^# R7 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ i! S* h1 g0 T( x! ]/ B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 E, O- M5 f( [1 ~" R; M8 L
3 a7 I5 G6 P# CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " v; g M6 U1 P0 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' y8 F8 a* r' v* Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 r7 ]/ _" x4 i$ L- D, vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , K* m+ t( f. j6 a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 ]- r; S) Z s- U4 u9 u5 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
t6 k/ t- [$ Y! Y- {0 bHow you tried to set them free, 8 g" q( _; N$ H
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 c; s6 L( B* k S
Perhaps they never will. |
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