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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / q }! y& q6 S' K& ^& b2 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " J4 J, m1 h! b# w. j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 _( ]8 j/ C# T3 V. W! PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! y8 W8 a( H3 f6 M% z4 R* DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: @- r5 x$ l+ u0 N; b
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ X ~1 }; h& ?3 ?/ Q, VHow you tried to set them free,
: {# i: f& z! G h" r7 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. s j$ ^' {9 [% i" P" h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, F+ `# Z& P& y( c3 n' f: {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! K* b5 G" A# ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' n, A' r( b. l2 ~! z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' T# k* \8 F$ k3 ~' Y c% ]
& X3 m7 h7 o- E Z! oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % ^0 c5 {5 \2 A& H4 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! I$ c# z2 c- ^4 {. y4 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 M: E* V6 @6 ^6 I2 } OBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' Z8 A- @4 Q% j" t5 z/ V" `$ i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , h. G+ ?5 P+ I" Q; I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% _; {; |9 j7 E& hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! |) g! m, K4 q% g' x' I- [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( V& v/ e) ]4 u+ v! TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! X6 u4 I5 p$ yHow you suffered for you sanity,% j7 Z9 b, h. d8 T1 u
How you tried to set them free, . r: v2 j# a7 I" K- r2 ^" l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! m. l( G1 q# yPerhaps they never will. |
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