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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; L1 T& z; t& |7 Y8 {! B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 a' j8 i& q3 W! |" K) e1 q9 C. O; `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* ~4 [ {% h8 w n4 M8 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 H2 k6 Q" t N, }0 z8 Z/ O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 h! v# _+ X; P8 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
* w6 {+ J" e0 I) \How you tried to set them free, " V2 `% l! c0 \8 E9 c0 l, H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 R- G% h! A" I* n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# f. }0 A# ^# N4 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : E8 i3 O: W' g. Q8 v5 e3 f/ V" m$ S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 A+ h- Y' ^* |* J F8 {
Weathered 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, 5 T% x- D' Q, n; D8 @8 S6 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ u0 ?2 P9 A& h% hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . ]1 a$ n/ W. Y6 e, d5 g
But I could have told you, Vincent, / u8 P" c% w2 g6 |0 P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : F2 G! U. I5 W4 J2 K" s( i
6 ? q. @: F- E+ s) E" ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ n2 B/ r2 l2 A5 E5 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 s2 |! Z+ T e+ lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " _( ^! {, D* w" y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / l8 Y: G$ }$ m" f4 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 f1 f9 f% p. }How you suffered for you sanity,# P6 D5 K) @# P2 U' p& ~
How you tried to set them free, % K# u0 ~* f8 C0 i
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( C4 H8 E0 D% W* `) j8 @- x
Perhaps they never will. |
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