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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " \6 A) h; l9 F _0 o: W- g6 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 W6 P0 @- B4 l- V, p0 BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# }$ j9 U6 }0 B& A+ Z" nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- q% ?" I; N5 z b/ dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 y2 }( W4 \% z) V, H
How you suffered for you sanity,
: Q& v! ^; A1 c& a' T4 M8 E( @, }How you tried to set them free, - h) k' V+ r# [# b7 H# Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- g$ }# y/ K* j' D8 |- LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * L1 e7 x- j c" F3 ]3 @3 C& }2 w) m& O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 C6 e" X" n8 z; a& V3 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 S; w6 m% R% T/ R d# P8 x
Weathered 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, 8 n$ |0 a) u% D1 I7 B: q7 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ f1 ^% E7 ]2 M) b: e' \& v% Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! F7 t3 x6 F9 M1 Y4 E! b) x# D/ ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, / M+ Y2 L8 d1 Z" h. o+ I1 S6 ~: C2 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 \/ T* n7 Y% B$ o1 |. {
* h' _, l+ C VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # H, `3 |5 r0 |9 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " q, c9 b( H O5 z* F- y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) g! ~6 y8 _2 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / }; O8 Z* h8 | @ M0 M
# [% p) v# v) I* jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ m5 Q1 H" N! u
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 U) A9 i' X9 @. w6 e4 d( iHow you tried to set them free, , H* w W& { \0 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 M: y' z; G* E2 xPerhaps they never will. |
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