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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . z% M) W8 t0 T. U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; d) C5 r B9 l9 j4 G3 l7 _& |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 K3 m! Y% D% C* `! z& o( ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: c! \- Q; d# e) n) F) {8 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; k. h/ k( Y2 B; ]0 l/ l, oHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 J9 ~8 e6 N$ h2 c4 }/ w
How you tried to set them free, : @ f1 y1 |) t) V! p$ g+ T; C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& {# J7 m0 _, ?# C3 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 b5 J( q4 U! G! H, W; {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 [0 N& z: V9 j$ @( AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 n3 I0 h* H% k1 V. pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 k, ?" Y/ c# `. ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 n ^% h7 R; L' p# a" }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! y( |1 M* U+ [& ?+ {2 {1 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & J! G7 _5 t+ k% f. S- Y3 k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- E7 j- d# A+ ^- M# ^5 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : D2 l" ~0 w+ n, F/ K
+ K; \- A& ]! ~5 y& _" q/ H# VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . G+ H! F/ L& s: O t- M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # A& u% B1 U H3 N) j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . k) B/ Q+ V f$ q- [2 N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# T* G$ t1 f* K: D( `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* J) b ^: t5 xHow you suffered for you sanity,: q+ i& E# \: t
How you tried to set them free,
8 t* g5 j) H: D, y0 jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ C' e# ^( K$ s4 d2 r$ [" u8 p, b! R3 nPerhaps they never will. |
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