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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 m6 o& h$ s5 V% {. v! C" ^& R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: {& N6 u0 |; ^* @! @2 @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" S" \# Y* Q" FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 C' g& ^5 `) z" d3 L D+ a5 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," x, d$ X: B' [" t
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 }- O1 R% [2 Q( C8 T
How you tried to set them free, 4 u% D6 E$ z X4 W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; G6 A! Y0 k2 {: k s0 v! W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % [5 r) Z# H* ]/ I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / `. g3 W$ T. n6 `; B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 z0 V$ V, F+ O4 b# L
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,
$ x8 i2 V# y9 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . |6 t/ q* R/ [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - e. W5 q1 _; _9 K% _ `
But I could have told you, Vincent, # m7 Z5 L$ y% w" j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : G; {% M- @! f, w# E- j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 Z% c |$ R) W3 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( u$ Z) e) A& }4 V" P% q% X, \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ {( M- q2 ?5 h9 Y& eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) x8 l0 ~- b* e T
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ q% H( z5 X0 X ^How you tried to set them free,
! C; q7 U) {- J! U0 ?They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 o, Q' v. N2 a# z' f
Perhaps they never will. |
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