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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : L% J; h0 t3 w. p9 \1 _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, ^, G( j, w! Z: }, t: I2 R5 z; Y' c+ {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 c9 u9 \4 m e8 k1 Y- T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; o5 a3 H$ l! w. w9 n$ `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 `% H2 _; ~- _8 C! }; A) Z0 T5 SHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 G5 Y g6 x: T% A
How you tried to set them free,
9 q; e+ K# }. y" h! ~9 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 q$ M6 [( G. d% v/ K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 J9 h, w- n3 C9 U; L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / J, P& s7 ^$ w& `( a% {9 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# t: }% u1 ]+ C8 X/ n7 c1 }! WWeathered 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 J! `2 z1 \6 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# ?" V W. M/ P7 D' d: yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ c, R. }# F' H" ]( p! f0 N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, [7 P/ Q+ `/ ]( S% vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " I" J r. J4 C0 D: c* h+ u
/ L2 P; \: U) L/ GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* ?4 Q, F# x- k! _# gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 X: e+ U8 j6 ~" v3 ^( y' V+ O' vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& J! O5 H0 I/ v5 ~4 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 m v& m+ E% @7 h0 M3 n8 S7 X
How you suffered for you sanity,5 J' `/ i8 W, z1 I6 }
How you tried to set them free,
! y( \( _8 i/ Q$ _3 v. b R/ u) v0 xThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 d2 m7 M/ H2 q) X' @- z9 h! r
Perhaps they never will. |
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