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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & M, Z/ E+ B' P) {0 w5 r* a) G, F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , M S( W" L: M4 L r" p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- o6 ] y/ C0 n+ v6 c+ t sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 |' q& U5 O1 S" L( e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ X L- A3 q7 A8 q6 R
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 t* v# f$ Q: ^3 \; @
How you tried to set them free, & Z# p+ Y0 S" ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' k$ T/ x5 U) ?* ^- ?4 r P9 b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 |. A; m4 r1 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 P u, k# T S! _! y2 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' a& E4 g6 H, m; v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! X) z+ S# C0 r! Q* o. tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ E, ~( a" T& J9 P4 ]7 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 w2 Y; s8 Z$ q: G2 A1 J1 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 K! U8 t7 F8 }5 _4 V- jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 [ R( j6 L, JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 o3 L" H& p3 G" X& A2 X
+ Z/ S" H" I; Z+ LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . ~9 [, b7 S- b% H; w2 u( o2 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % s% G2 J% x! @. }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ e# v0 F6 L# J% Q5 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 T2 t7 n' ~1 ?$ O' }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 o; o4 b5 J0 p5 j+ Y8 B
How you suffered for you sanity,3 s* L b. B1 K( |
How you tried to set them free,
& I4 X' W2 A' g$ ~+ X, _( t5 B7 k, ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ S7 Z# h5 Z: Q& {5 @9 N+ W0 VPerhaps they never will. |
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