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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 ^8 z$ S, D' d2 ^# }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( s1 O" @% ^) L' ~ H* g8 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, y6 z1 l' Q% K5 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . m2 K9 U7 _ y2 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- p: r7 u# P3 _' i2 r
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 L, C* b8 P! @+ I) l' J& ?: L6 ^
How you tried to set them free, ' t7 k8 Q. p* u8 t) M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ G' o2 q( d. a' B, g9 F1 K0 V3 t7 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + ?8 j, o3 f" j- M$ l4 V# f3 a0 ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 [- \1 l$ d5 S6 T8 H- I3 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) Y- _1 p7 H9 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . }( V! u/ R, m1 ]9 G
3 x, E( `% V3 `( p& aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 Y% W# O: w% p* z' d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 |. A/ j" v2 m! c- F, X9 K- iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & c6 T& ^0 X' J% p3 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 h- L! w& F3 k: x JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / j" _" B# x- `$ Q; G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 N, x" z9 k, k# \! [% @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & c% A5 v7 b1 J' B4 E/ y- [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; V7 S+ D' e" p5 K' Q* @' C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ o c* w2 o4 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' e- s2 }6 V) h! p9 W4 R! u! C
How you suffered for you sanity,# `' o8 m$ G" E5 s: h, q
How you tried to set them free,
9 q. Y' F' j* MThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 }& u6 A; B9 L1 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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