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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! K* e; }, r1 O" S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- w. h1 O$ U9 ?& O2 \) C ^9 ~4 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 A. }! T! a- c! B2 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 Q" j k% a" R3 C. }7 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 R4 q3 p# x; h( _5 s. ]
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 q- Y2 S D' j* T
How you tried to set them free, & f, x* y+ Y" O) y& q% R# p- o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) U& |) v) m1 f+ yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ }6 b* b* D5 l8 I+ T/ f5 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) f* f* h4 e' m# _& X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 M* R5 k( `% {) {! JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 U. z' `+ C- \( Z. \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 j2 o- T& h! H+ ^0 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % c( [7 ~3 d G% B. T5 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , L9 g3 N3 h+ F5 B' O4 X
But I could have told you, Vincent, + M' e6 I: _; x( e. S4 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% \/ m% k8 q5 y( E) GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% b* K" N- |0 Q6 S# n5 a, z% kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 G: |6 A/ k+ W8 _' n& @+ b* e4 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' P9 c0 I/ j- ]: \, s. Z2 m B5 p
1 }- z* E: e" WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* e5 B2 t! _. C5 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
% R. h% `# Y( T& B7 o6 uHow you tried to set them free,
, _7 w" ~1 S0 h. ]6 M n+ T( ^They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 m# b/ d* ^8 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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