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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * ^5 Z# K8 S2 M' n. F' w3 y* a( \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * @) n2 A# e" R- C0 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ |8 v* N% ]5 a) JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 v4 i# ]" d# d: gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* A6 n. x( e1 q+ P& j* N
How you suffered for you sanity,
; {8 l5 D, s. bHow you tried to set them free, 5 ]& F7 J t. ~2 }/ J1 P+ z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + l4 X+ p, f" e- y7 z1 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 @: R. k( B% X9 p4 D4 X; ^9 D* L. [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 Y7 Y1 |( j! b/ G$ g( p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 ]/ ]$ O% Z$ dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 d$ N; Z$ N) E- e& H! ^7 }$ d2 ]
) a I! X1 }8 t: H# `+ NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / K9 ]# W4 s- v" I6 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 R" a. [/ N2 F8 M' z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; q( m. O* h) A% O4 eBut I could have told you, Vincent, " I+ N: b0 v/ l0 }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 v0 V# r% E- ^3 w- h1 H% r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 I k1 ` t$ r, g/ {# S) |9 [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- k A$ M2 ]9 C N9 C' sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & z; z# k Y7 w9 H5 A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! q* p) g5 Y* A; w, }; {5 T0 H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 t; Z' g7 M' k+ [- j" ]# MHow you suffered for you sanity,
: u- @$ M6 _( \% O0 iHow you tried to set them free, % x- Y$ m& z, M) y$ u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! Y5 q- ]/ f D- U0 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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