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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! r0 r) |' l5 S# X& {% \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 i- A3 M1 R! C3 Y) p. w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. E6 j* y. G8 d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , v, b' m4 S4 ^) w3 ^/ `- \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ v) L( Y3 T# N' j/ x0 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
) i4 Z, Y* H3 S; J) yHow you tried to set them free, 9 [: L( O& d# s+ K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) T+ g5 ?9 Z- [2 v4 X4 w' ?$ [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( g1 }( V0 Y0 [9 i: b, uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " O! z. M% [3 O4 `! ~$ E, H+ t: s) y: X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' ]2 e# Q* q7 E; z. @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, U; H* b# B& }; t, pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 W, r" A& s2 [+ ~" x3 N' S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 T& Y: K0 B; b R4 f E8 |% y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 X8 Q" M" ?9 `$ u: z* x
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 e: c. e2 x L4 R0 T+ I" I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + ]5 Y; x; j5 L4 J' j
* [7 B1 ]: I0 {: [7 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 J' \3 j) l, {5 @' m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 c1 o, d$ |( b ~% p M9 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ W! G5 d9 x eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* C3 r8 }0 y" m' ?% bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ K- J1 s. Q' v5 fHow you suffered for you sanity,5 B0 _9 f. y) |% P$ P
How you tried to set them free,
0 B9 y( M o E0 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 |5 g; d, y! v9 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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