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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 M) L- d: v. j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( I# z. Z! E) GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' d* s( }# \. V1 T" A, Y$ b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ S4 }2 Q. a& O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 Q0 R {# u% m( [$ @3 s6 |9 d8 v" gHow you suffered for you sanity,
! B, S+ i* k+ ?( Q# u) lHow you tried to set them free,
- W/ `, {4 p/ D i p# a' v: a. RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 u/ k/ j4 m& k* Z8 z! X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 \; s: T, f* A3 r# _8 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ o0 O0 C, u: r* v1 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - |# U2 R# I9 x7 V: X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; x2 b5 M, `, q( w* rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; J& q+ Z& s' UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' S) t, ^5 n0 T, n% _0 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 C" v9 n+ ^/ P, ^3 ~2 YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# Y7 n% l+ O! i7 ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- s$ ^* G5 m7 Q9 q; G! L* xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, F1 K" ~% }2 P/ q. s) N$ W% T8 Q# E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 k) x1 o4 \; q D; U* k; O8 c$ Z0 wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( E6 C8 r* \) X# p
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, . o; O+ W i* A' a- Y% y/ x
How you suffered for you sanity,( C6 X0 B) h1 d3 O# F5 b3 k' e7 X
How you tried to set them free,
- n2 v- r( f9 ?! A- g8 n iThey would not listen they're not listening still, % w, V5 h/ Y, A* i% ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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