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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( f, o% g! L9 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % Z! _) O2 u6 U, n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 d! |$ A9 Z" r! v/ Q+ CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. W" I+ O& w0 G/ @* y; HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 b, }: b0 I6 C# `& fHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 \% o# f0 P8 N! Q' e4 {
How you tried to set them free, , f: p# b$ S1 U0 x% b/ [: e ~( u# h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! u3 w/ q% \# x% P! Y0 l# o+ k$ B5 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# k6 x0 j7 `. j; W! BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 q; [& [/ E/ n( y# kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 I2 A* m. L( _; q
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,
8 o# f7 L1 b" r$ |& j. dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : D1 [( l/ e: ]1 q' F8 r2 |& ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. T" [. B9 m* a" g; s& [' `/ ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 g) Y$ |% H# Y, v: u) Q5 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 q C* t8 ?$ |; k# K6 i3 A
+ B2 y' O& [; W8 f5 o. YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . n! J' Q* l+ k: P9 @) e7 k; L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! r, }, W" j8 Y7 V) p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : n9 u. x M8 Q& W* x5 d, [* ?
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, 8 ^$ \2 d! R3 ]# A3 u! y
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 D+ I: \- `% p+ {( O# u6 Z4 l THow you tried to set them free, . @# c: C+ L! b+ m9 c; V
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 K! V' b0 X$ ]( c
Perhaps they never will. |
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