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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 ?% A7 Q/ B' y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# S8 _3 p- l1 V. qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* @ c) C, H4 r) g1 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ D" a: a9 x3 ]$ h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 y5 A) C$ k/ Z+ tHow you suffered for you sanity, % E# Y9 A0 v1 k/ w9 L1 |5 l# M& r3 u
How you tried to set them free, $ n9 }! T" o2 A5 A$ l- F/ ~2 c6 u( q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: h( g$ O8 c' o1 R+ N5 b% |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % G: k" n' U# x+ Y0 v+ l9 v$ a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! R" r0 t9 r' }' p( Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' K' ?) S7 E1 J7 u, S8 LWeathered 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, + V# v3 m$ m6 M: D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & S$ a8 L% X9 X6 h4 q4 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : Q( `1 I o# [/ p# r. t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 \( ]- y; ]' @ X: PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 `0 [+ U) L0 u3 Z: N$ p
1 I: `* l- r1 a' B' fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 I5 H& o8 }! b; OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! C+ F% P( b, U! E* H! |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 {" N0 c! x/ D$ }' u; a U/ Q; yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 _6 j' \+ t/ K h, L' r0 V( F
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ Y/ V7 l% T, D- SHow you tried to set them free, ) w, u) |" D, }( Q i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 A3 U$ r% h) WPerhaps they never will. |
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