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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 ] D( B% [4 Z9 [4 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ V4 k, y8 i* a' J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- A: L/ ]2 _% x$ f; n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. s$ e% j! ?9 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 p6 n, H! S0 x3 QHow you suffered for you sanity,
) B2 x4 a( q: q1 }How you tried to set them free, ' u6 }. i8 T- T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: n& M4 j! V2 D* LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # n, ^. S. ?0 }8 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 h& J. F' z, Z* F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' y7 I i( W; \" w- m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 p! l" ? r; O3 u4 xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( z! C( ` [8 e8 K+ y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 J; z' d" B8 ?7 v+ S1 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 l* U0 f9 Y3 Q* D2 e4 jBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ j1 \& z# ^! Z& B0 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) }0 w4 o8 F8 G# r r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / v9 {% h' e$ `0 s9 u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( ^; |- U; J. ^7 c: L% u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * x( H7 v; G& O: D8 l# n' f
$ v$ Z, y' b3 Z1 ~: n! yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + q6 z* U* r7 z' O3 [6 g
How you suffered for you sanity,3 T6 O: [( [3 V9 K
How you tried to set them free,
4 x6 ]( H4 `2 T' ^3 y NThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' x+ }! L$ P( f, Z1 N# b. j
Perhaps they never will. |
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