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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* [1 o& w7 \! L/ o, N- x" PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - ?) x4 n# d4 b/ \' y) Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ L9 q& g2 D" c; T$ K5 q' D; GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. A8 ~# v! O5 t4 G# G) n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 w' v/ H. f+ Y% }: F* WHow you suffered for you sanity, ; f0 O3 i. y( G
How you tried to set them free, 1 Y; [2 s3 ]7 g8 z2 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; ?* o) \7 l8 N* [, `' L9 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ q9 S0 Y- ^/ vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& q; R5 b+ A; I# n/ tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 B5 r; h5 A# n/ a# c
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, 6 T! R/ t0 B8 J# k1 Y/ ^5 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ c7 r( [1 ?7 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: l+ d: F) m6 \5 v1 ^But I could have told you, Vincent, * `: l m e+ e4 X/ Y) c2 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 Z" t! Z$ o, e' q5 x; W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! g+ }/ t1 W" Q) z- E1 ?9 Y; a9 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
P- o5 S+ N. P7 r4 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 d2 A- s0 Z- u7 N" e4 x- \2 f# [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; d: Z. M8 c" a* Q Y$ QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , f8 W2 T) r/ K7 y/ W# X& \
How you suffered for you sanity,+ | q( J( z) Q, f; r. j
How you tried to set them free, ' n( \$ l' X y; K3 a) F
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 s3 ^0 x1 z2 W* Z; n
Perhaps they never will. |
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