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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : p8 m" z0 `3 l w3 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ G; Y7 i. `& [ n8 E5 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 x! p/ s) G, C8 [4 p8 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" P6 p- H& i* ?& x @- hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 F0 }6 f1 u9 b: D4 J3 PHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 i; V' _& U6 j! B- IHow you tried to set them free, 1 U' h$ f5 N- h; b& d! z6 x2 w" L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 f+ u# e7 C, [! A5 i3 F( L: P* VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( W) ~- V, F/ t' ]( i# Q8 V @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) G s5 g! l0 w9 C4 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 ^, v9 ]( F4 t+ ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , x; U* Y& W$ ^4 ~( \
$ @ X# j( j3 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % M4 k {+ ?. Q. Q. k3 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , O' H- s" _/ R" e: p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 v+ n( M; f1 t( ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! x# o; E8 r, q/ i2 _6 @( L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( }( F9 B+ i! `; J3 d3 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( n5 K; k( Y0 n7 ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 {, q4 t- R! Z" `' C2 h& U3 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # p# k6 F0 a* n( M$ F3 T$ c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 D/ j4 }& T; q" K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + e" ?- G( I6 ^# F( }+ O: h
How you suffered for you sanity," |& J. k) d) T/ U$ }, U& l D. @
How you tried to set them free, / G' M9 s0 t. a0 n2 O1 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. u: l2 H# f' d' u9 Q9 x+ UPerhaps they never will. |
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