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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % M# u* s; ?0 Z% N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : I, ~+ X9 [8 l* c7 F0 p. L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 w4 ^* ?# B4 t$ b# H% QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ H# J2 u; |! g MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! M: J+ D" S( Z. C6 {+ d9 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
2 s1 N- Z5 L0 g% uHow you tried to set them free, 8 t: I$ [& w4 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' @. P% R5 ` H5 P& Z8 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 C4 K u% g. L4 T& V3 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . Q; e& ?: h* G6 A+ ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 C/ b/ B% `/ P; c4 Y
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,
! @ K& M2 E: C" C/ s1 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % }, \ f& R9 t2 Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 a9 t7 I+ |9 [8 I! [; f7 OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& H' C, p; |4 C% D3 p# B# b/ XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) q5 Q4 Q4 W, B! ?+ R4 P2 d( S8 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * C0 z( t$ s" t- @2 _0 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: n) d% B! W" G2 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ \* W J! C' `6 X7 l5 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * K( n; M2 M8 m1 ]
3 i( K' F) t( B0 s$ dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 w3 M) [' y! Q9 Q/ f* bHow you suffered for you sanity,# r, a8 W2 g: t" S7 }9 {4 [
How you tried to set them free,
$ ^) X% @$ h% z9 s1 j2 O' fThey would not listen they're not listening still, & i1 } P/ F( d( E6 o. p/ a
Perhaps they never will. |
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