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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; i% s, v9 }4 ^; S6 c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 S' H) s1 s, w' Q& R9 I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 ~: ], p1 ~4 D/ S* SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 H" j) L- O/ q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( h0 g) k2 `; Z! }How you suffered for you sanity,
`- c4 q- o0 n& ^) q- }How you tried to set them free, & ?5 D, P& R8 n. E5 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& J" h: z9 W2 Z! cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) \! h/ g8 d' v( z# |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 j+ H0 b8 ]9 w6 A' v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( U, |- _# V% p
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,
/ |* a$ }7 D9 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 o: B6 B4 B, f% _9 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 X3 o3 u+ s0 S, q, g8 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, - @# Z, T" s W& E8 U$ |& q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ _% f( G5 h; r+ S6 N8 |! `$ @
, H, b6 v H2 f5 |* S0 E" O" ^* i; |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ J' {4 \: B( u( z6 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: `( |* w# {' rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , N L, z0 V+ @3 [1 c8 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 q+ G* c% f, N9 U! `0 M/ o/ sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / i' H/ e8 D# Y% m$ |
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ ]( k0 z; _/ b3 [' a' rHow you tried to set them free, ( @1 u9 B: @! S
They would not listen they're not listening still, & T# ~; G. H0 }7 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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