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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 u0 Y! Z) K) g- V2 c: |- |' WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) G! U# z; W( |6 W; l: O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 E! D& E$ L8 Y j5 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; ~' L; k5 O& E. }( ~ N/ Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, U& [+ u8 k0 R# V: i5 u6 F6 u
How you suffered for you sanity, ! L5 t; F8 z) S. t
How you tried to set them free, 4 ^- i8 P, D; \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ^, ~+ c; L9 G( U& n' M( ?6 a6 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 ?* {/ y2 B- Q* n% X0 }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* L7 f+ {, ^6 T; nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 O% _8 S7 f3 \/ M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 Q' Q: S- o& U. g0 ]9 o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 i/ w7 |( U! W# rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 ~, X/ G: j( W* j4 M; N: U5 z/ I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) K5 ]$ {# p* ?) \9 s
But I could have told you, Vincent, " P- _; o2 \9 _# }# }1 j) _! y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " R/ f* |0 I7 h# y% j
* p2 y+ K6 k ]7 G: K& Q0 W( DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 Y6 u0 V+ F ?" o. ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 C8 M0 d. ?/ D) @7 s3 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 S+ B- q" @3 h$ F) ^
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,
& M) ^7 g, I# `How you suffered for you sanity,6 `+ u( V9 w$ d1 G* u b/ X) q
How you tried to set them free,
$ B) [# D4 N, M& v, s( Z: }6 cThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 ]7 I" Z+ D, E5 \( P4 p! f( r) R
Perhaps they never will. |
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