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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- H: H) h% Z6 L/ b3 D: d; CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : }2 m1 t5 d ]2 h, I* p2 X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 a9 l6 N: O, V- z* A% Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# d, x; T$ M8 j$ r% I5 aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 u9 t: s( K9 d; t5 H: I- wHow you suffered for you sanity, . {' Z$ _, ~0 J1 E- b8 U# }2 V
How you tried to set them free, $ M7 L" B' W7 _* T0 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . Q+ W% k9 d+ |, \1 U/ O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' @$ E% Y3 o3 d4 J. A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 e$ v8 M- g. Q- |9 i) q" Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( a9 h( c& q3 V2 l9 x6 x; h) I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * m! u! v. ^2 h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - t+ a9 d1 E# L7 S- e7 t/ W" Y5 l5 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 b) R: |. c! u$ [2 v, P1 e6 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 L( }6 @4 ^. V3 ]3 H' oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 E" | Z/ e! E; n1 H& Y qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 M* r# R' O: E" n3 _4 j
`+ y( I; o; t6 p" IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( b6 K. ^ H2 a$ O4 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: d9 ~8 k1 x2 k5 ?2 D5 U/ cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - |" @8 J+ B- \6 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - t8 A1 ~7 X$ l9 l: m
' v4 q# A9 J1 f; S+ ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 |0 T, V* {& \2 d4 O$ i# rHow you suffered for you sanity,9 u( y* h0 S7 A/ M4 _
How you tried to set them free,
, x# \6 ]6 ]' T: f2 k+ ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, + P% p. Q( t3 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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