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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
l: p) V: q! }0 M5 S3 g5 @) CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( X% q/ \( g) d8 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* v% J2 P! L/ E, L" KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 h/ I% Y( Q- n v; MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# u& F+ |2 t& c0 Y0 ^* ^9 A
How you suffered for you sanity, * e1 b" N/ E$ u7 V ]
How you tried to set them free,
) t2 b& ?# _4 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : Z( r9 L$ S" t, ~. q* x* M* L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 Q: Z& ^* X8 B: t. o. O8 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( o# {0 J' |) D$ V% O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 E) {- d2 D6 V/ d( ^6 V$ L$ j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; W6 Y1 V9 T5 g0 Z* L L
1 z. |3 w" L' S( O& rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # W6 }, i/ z) ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 ^, a2 \' Z8 Y2 f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 f- i" v) }; `" O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 h G& C' n. S. A8 v) v. `/ }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # w. M+ `+ i# L( S/ }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! g+ B* r( Z- j0 a( ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + I6 d+ |& d* R0 y% E; V" B4 Q
The 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, & n, ?% w8 f1 I6 f% W
How you suffered for you sanity,
. T% Z: i1 ~. l% zHow you tried to set them free, / S, R0 g" L9 i9 T5 p
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( K- z' H" j+ a
Perhaps they never will. |
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