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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * [9 L" v+ `* s6 g- Z& c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) l! h2 _5 C( o: V0 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% K: f( ]9 q: y" E$ a0 E% N1 B+ rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' h* p9 K% k" O: ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 u$ Z0 `8 B+ n/ f5 i
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 d( m+ { L- _: }. I
How you tried to set them free, 9 f: L0 F7 y: H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 x; W; r1 R' P$ n. {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / {* A- l" @7 m% s. P2 A% }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , [1 u7 |% T0 a8 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * C Y1 Y2 l+ ]4 U1 L' j" D _
Weathered 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,
& w! ? L( [$ b# ?4 t: D' k9 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( C' W; B4 L7 U. J3 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) f$ m! d7 m; [ y) Z, V& e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ d% I' }- V: }5 E5 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - R: ]+ \' j& m9 V+ Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " }" M7 F, w; G$ v9 Y0 l v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 j7 }: P4 E" {7 W6 L3 X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % p& W; l' Z7 `' F3 e, G0 o- ~2 Q
* Z `5 O, z+ nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# _4 q+ {. A2 ^# iHow you suffered for you sanity,8 _$ q" ~# c: Y U) }( k* e
How you tried to set them free, 4 n; j" e- E$ z+ g
They would not listen they're not listening still, . o* p& Z1 F/ X5 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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