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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; Y; G9 n& X- p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
K6 ~/ h6 M1 w# t( R, \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( } {; T: [2 _0 y, F6 @/ L% C2 u, R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ l! Y3 B. Y# X3 q/ x JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: S1 T" d5 _7 l" s! _. t
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 O) K; s5 `- u$ R* uHow you tried to set them free,
! M2 w% x$ k' n5 d! xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, n9 g- {0 `4 r. mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / {. r6 u, z! U& f% q! H' R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / t- }2 x& L* n/ Q6 U6 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 m/ y0 V% U' z6 h2 W' QWeathered 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 ], h/ s8 R3 H+ |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 ^) t7 }+ k8 q" x; g! _You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 y3 u' C/ R( x% d9 j2 i# b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 Y3 h$ ~! N" A7 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / I, h6 e- b8 _. w3 Z1 H7 r' R& i( [
9 P8 l6 {. V1 |& o5 c7 Y2 s: bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 h1 |0 Q! o1 t2 K C& n) M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 g( J+ _# w) Q0 K% Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , v* S# n: P/ R, |1 Y9 X
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, $ |4 L, _9 |' y# Y
How you suffered for you sanity,5 Q6 K& l. e) O5 U$ ?. ^9 o" v
How you tried to set them free,
3 S( d' f# C# ?: ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
- L. Y# m' Z- u8 o. uPerhaps they never will. |
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