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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! }1 `% M" g p' o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 w$ R0 e' U# E: A0 o- d6 X, }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% ~+ C: o- ~0 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 W. j& J6 ?' R, m' Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
j! r9 O J0 \9 ]! g6 M4 hHow you suffered for you sanity, % E. B* b1 O1 f$ T3 P, @
How you tried to set them free,
0 V2 N0 d' d. r. Z) Z+ T+ uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; p5 M5 p2 W& RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / z/ D" B( ]% k7 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, ? [4 V6 e6 z1 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
J2 L9 v" l0 S; d# VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . P: g3 j L9 ^ z% P* ]0 w! @6 I: f
( W1 |. i% D& P& C% g5 k8 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
w+ C$ A$ q4 n+ |: {" OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" F) z; I! [7 w& j [$ ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 v; O& V. Q- Q0 b3 ?1 T' t" iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" f, U4 @; M, r: ^9 u( yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ g. l1 n( q5 q' k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 ?+ M8 B9 E2 p; _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: q3 [8 M+ L4 j. c8 R1 i; ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 o3 S, T7 N" z( ?% e% y# k6 y0 l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * d0 V, h H- V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , Y( d c# a( i/ F3 M7 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 P% T. Q4 J. F8 @, A! N* ]How you tried to set them free, 2 x" S( I$ _1 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 I; _9 q! ~% `$ r' A
Perhaps they never will. |
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