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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : v0 Z+ q* m( c0 n7 Q3 R1 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! M1 ^2 D _7 x5 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, F3 b8 H+ Q8 _/ l. H, D' `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & U( p7 `' Y) Q% h. ?6 E7 c& Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, u) |2 ?& a' {) iHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 I- X# S, m9 L. j, d6 u" DHow you tried to set them free, , j2 C( o: u" z. M# a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! H# K* [. j5 n; A' ^. u" g6 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 B) g" w$ [4 U. O+ B( TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 ?* v3 f# m+ E8 ?! `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
R2 k( d6 [- J& yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! L' z/ B* o: }) M1 v+ I+ U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , v" B$ M/ k* H7 t6 s8 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 a j2 N' s9 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( [- c6 G1 N/ l6 W8 T
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 x7 e. Q3 A) p' w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) u7 C5 ]% \ w `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 s: J1 U, o/ h4 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % ]; N& j4 ?! P' x3 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
~! V% j3 |9 D; LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ _9 X* G1 t9 D/ v3 `5 {
- S A) C- O$ B- {8 M/ ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 n4 M5 i5 `! G/ ?' v9 S9 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
; W$ ^0 ^' I" oHow you tried to set them free, , g. L0 P9 _9 X0 K" |% {2 Z4 @
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' o# X" e$ ]0 P7 r" z2 R3 V; ?# o, b
Perhaps they never will. |
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