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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 F% `5 a2 _+ Z2 y, p- i/ H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* G; e- F/ c! B0 [7 N+ j* XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
P; A$ @ m! ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' V0 G) T W8 j2 w2 }* _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ J) y- J% m1 g: X
How you suffered for you sanity, $ q. Z( ]. S% D/ M6 |7 ~
How you tried to set them free,
; g& E) A4 V* X# dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; c- k2 k3 ~+ K. _% k; X' W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : h% d. i a4 g! u' m6 @& V, a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ q' }2 n% V1 c5 W' }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + u6 [; ]5 X* [- e$ [. k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% w& c* N9 X/ P( m) aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; N( U0 g2 p3 M* v' @" Q% BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / w) A: m( }3 g+ ?( t' Z5 W1 g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % R' e* ~7 K* K" A8 a
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 z$ Z4 D% q, K# T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 L- f, ~6 U M$ e% T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , B' \7 Y- B& T$ i4 n' s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' O1 K4 d {- z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 b2 K p, ?+ N m1 z" v# e x
1 O" [1 u) r5 S! l/ e* ?* v! RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / @2 U+ ~1 s& [
How you suffered for you sanity,# _+ D9 K- R% h0 l6 T% Q
How you tried to set them free, - |7 U9 h9 u7 P9 S
They would not listen they're not listening still, . t/ z1 e, B/ Q+ B P2 m/ Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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