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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 u8 q1 `+ A, I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 @: Q8 D& n* l2 J w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ }# n6 p* O# ]1 }, N# JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 O2 ]/ f6 P- I1 d6 b8 ~: @8 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ ?% s6 ^& P- u: }6 Z! AHow you suffered for you sanity, " [/ }4 W8 Q- h: e- Q) |4 Y
How you tried to set them free, 4 x* ~* h0 V* g% K% s. |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* D( S# v, d- NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 o1 r$ k: a9 g8 Z7 i" tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 \- q, Z" X' q& Q/ j$ G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# j) x$ Y' h) \+ YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ z( l4 C: `# k) A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 C$ n: B8 }3 ~4 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ b6 X ~" T, T1 B) W! H0 w! V7 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- v/ w( Y3 c4 M* I8 P) Z7 ~But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 s( |& f6 q2 _/ N$ {7 [9 P' ~! _. \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " Q. m# Z; r' E
$ L8 A# Q2 D* `3 n0 Z; EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + o, W7 z" k! E6 c7 p5 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 _4 u. j9 W5 K7 C& bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . X8 s# L' L0 v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. _ g# i" A4 \- ~( N9 t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! c4 V K; x- O7 \How you suffered for you sanity,' G, e- V% |. _2 }
How you tried to set them free,
2 @- N* m2 }# CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ ]- I0 _& q/ i6 z4 s7 bPerhaps they never will. |
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