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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 w& E& i' P0 i/ a4 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 }/ K' U( e7 ]: z/ y/ r n7 g- TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) t1 \ ?( N% H2 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 k3 p# D I) F( R; ]. S0 u4 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! ~5 o$ W% u8 u4 |$ k4 u4 v" iHow you suffered for you sanity, & A/ i: m8 U: A1 l
How you tried to set them free, + j; r0 e2 @( E0 Z% K' J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 ?$ e: ?" B. b! AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! J, Z/ O% ] p' V1 w' x' @! b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: C3 N: }( T ]2 k1 Z2 s, w. C. mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. w! n3 K. B* h0 f! c) k: I3 yWeathered 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,
" F; i$ m7 z/ g+ `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" I1 @1 n/ C- S2 YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & B( ~. W& _4 h1 L7 h0 B# j4 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& @. J% e1 T+ F5 M$ uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 w, W7 o! \# k+ r3 B. o( ]( HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 _9 w$ n z* t$ U6 U( f, ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 a! E: R8 U# wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + v+ t8 N' y; i5 m/ p
! S5 G; X l9 Y* Y5 u" p4 y: e0 Q, |# ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, O) F0 o9 B* p
How you suffered for you sanity,
* D2 C: W) }% m2 ^9 S/ R4 aHow you tried to set them free,
4 b- S* w7 l# {- O+ n+ b* H, ?7 \They would not listen they're not listening still, ; K% r! T- @" E
Perhaps they never will. |
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