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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 X( i, Q' l+ O! V. R5 Y' F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & J) X3 c1 X- \! U, y' s" A4 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. F& R5 i% H/ l0 `: n5 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& v% ]$ Q$ {7 v! yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 @5 s$ L% B( M# MHow you suffered for you sanity,
. k2 p: J$ ?* {8 ^6 i$ MHow you tried to set them free,
8 Z2 O7 Q3 J6 H' VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 d6 ~) X3 R. g4 h. z% g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ h/ M1 w2 `7 \2 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 I7 P9 V# z* |$ w# GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & P+ u$ J0 s$ W
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, - j/ l$ c5 |. _& x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" r5 D y1 g- b- [0 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 S; K7 Y# C MBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) S0 g8 V4 o0 g1 M; q! c! s) G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + x$ C0 X$ N5 {2 m
' y1 t: [5 @+ D. H+ I+ P. Z/ {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' @3 ]8 D o2 O3 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% |) A- {. ?( I' x+ ^: I% S- LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ E3 Z/ w8 l. m" ]3 h ^; Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- ~1 d5 w1 y8 v$ ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- R# V- n/ E( fHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ M3 w( ^# p, u o) {' R0 kHow you tried to set them free,
3 U" [/ j: c, k$ vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 f) g$ z5 |/ g. c( z5 @8 X8 ]" HPerhaps they never will. |
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