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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" a' J, }6 A5 t9 f: O L& h, }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ |) O& O: Z2 K- a, o5 y% Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 b4 `5 ^% L( h2 k( ^+ d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 |; e1 I; Y" ?# A8 T0 e( Z, {, r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 |0 q; C- `- ^$ h4 K0 oHow you suffered for you sanity, : J; W' F; N0 b t7 o& r
How you tried to set them free,
9 B8 e7 z/ D8 b5 v" lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; h# B4 c; H E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ @1 `1 X1 r$ ^! J2 E" H- i( H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 O' b B1 H) O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% ?2 r$ } Q. R: I6 x$ S5 ^5 XWeathered 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 m+ R( J- D1 f# K+ ^5 x$ x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, O! j" X+ ?8 @) b$ y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, F' F& ~: c; H+ G+ j J
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 ?9 ~$ E) C7 J5 q. c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) k P8 v' t. {1 ~0 Y2 _
4 X) U h/ T, c. g! `3 W3 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' i6 a2 P, g$ K% ?) _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ Y( o& t. R' jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - [5 X: U8 q4 `6 j" j, M+ o3 m3 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " p* i# v; n" ~4 m: j1 k2 _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) U7 t1 U" a4 }, O
How you suffered for you sanity,. _3 r+ O9 s) H) \( _
How you tried to set them free, ; n7 l, W$ y ], Z! u G
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 p; N$ O3 F( {( P& g
Perhaps they never will. |
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