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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 o4 G9 ~, p+ zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) ?+ B- f% m+ ]$ h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# c' t9 x9 W& y; I; l8 B" o6 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , H! q6 h" f7 Z! k& l9 J% Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 \8 R! \" |2 c% Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 Z1 e( ^8 d3 `9 x+ QHow you tried to set them free, % _; m0 ]) d1 t2 K- ^0 x8 `6 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. p( \* }4 g" \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + D3 x+ H1 {6 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 L* Y# N; u+ B' }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & M) m$ |+ D) ]2 S M& Z A
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,
! q& C* }) P/ p3 G0 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 q I0 t! V# D/ N& f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 Y5 F( }9 f- }9 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" I: v. T" J% ~+ T6 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , `6 b7 f, N" G' C' I( u e- @
2 H1 R% W4 W: Y$ B; h- {$ IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! p( R N" i9 J* e' B, ?! y# `) Q' KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / \6 z9 @( r* G2 m c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 n d) o! U( p- d$ U
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 g J7 B5 k- t. \How you suffered for you sanity,. S2 e* _! [+ x V% ?2 d# ~7 A
How you tried to set them free,
9 K+ `5 Y" F/ h6 [5 Z, H4 d8 M& AThey would not listen they're not listening still, k7 R% W; h6 O7 v) t) k
Perhaps they never will. |
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