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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % l9 r& h" r! p9 Y6 E) L" Q' ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 w* W$ t" J+ q. D# z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 H6 y8 f5 W7 M T: o* r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' n/ M* a" C0 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 g. g* e" p; `( y5 c
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 ^- ^" Q' i( z6 u: A3 i
How you tried to set them free, 2 g$ G' i2 u ]" E% o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 d( u1 L5 g( u# Z& b+ L% KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 {: o) Q0 P- M# x" i2 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 Z; {: i: `1 X" L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 M. d8 f! B$ p9 ~* @) VWeathered 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,
9 C& x5 K. e3 q& \* @" B) HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 }& h8 X9 N+ YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 N `+ p2 v2 j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: A' B) g$ J* c( B3 X/ T2 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / p* Q, o8 x0 r) ?. \4 _5 U% L
2 {7 l# I; Z+ \6 [+ P- X- tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( z5 D2 @9 |8 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: H( {9 {8 i# i1 G+ `6 \# f4 OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ r# u; Y2 z+ w* V+ \" {" A2 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 l E) f7 C6 N9 V7 q' a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ V u/ i) t DHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 o4 k1 i: `: F1 rHow you tried to set them free,
& ~, E. q1 {; W3 `7 lThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ g& V% C" A' V7 w1 \' x
Perhaps they never will. |
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