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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 u5 {: a* r: z% jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& X/ A8 W+ x n) HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# P) ~: I: \/ L: ?$ J; yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 B5 P+ y, n6 s/ |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, q& S/ p! J6 Y4 r; p$ f n7 u
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 a$ ~3 ^" d" y( i, B/ k+ r+ m
How you tried to set them free, / S* r, @6 ]; W% v* c2 L; Q# G% h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " s, Y: q, f0 X, `2 [9 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 ^+ R' g$ |" S4 m+ _$ i0 j9 a6 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ^3 j; _# ?2 j2 v2 }; F1 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, P2 _& [- A; a1 W6 t, z
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, 3 Y4 E# s4 i$ b L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / A( U6 U, H% C# B' F! P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' d0 U& C1 M9 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, + V6 l, r/ u- ~8 ~9 c7 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / o4 S; ^" y" j
6 r% d- \, [% nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 s8 G& D+ d: j# p' h3 M" D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" ?5 @3 ?1 B& }% W" H ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' }" i1 |# b. F# M* ~+ M: O7 M
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, 7 |+ t) X* t. M$ a2 h( r
How you suffered for you sanity,
* {/ ]# E( v( ]# ]6 yHow you tried to set them free,
! b2 U8 N1 m0 ^1 s: tThey would not listen they're not listening still, c. C. c& c$ B/ B# f G A
Perhaps they never will. |
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