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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 q+ k! ~$ a8 O! s9 P) X! tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 w# D2 Z$ Y) LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 p* e$ `# R2 @) h8 F3 K( F. TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - q9 H2 G2 O/ ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) L3 Y( H! P/ b- F DHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 y) J7 y3 K W/ ^4 THow you tried to set them free, & D% }; ^+ |5 Z/ v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ Q; j5 e+ w- T( t# mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 `. N2 ]" n* P7 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 ~* Z. u9 S1 ?& H& _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 X5 p0 d$ J5 ~8 Z" U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! ]6 x# g$ o- P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 R, c; A) I; X) E# p! _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + _% T2 F* M+ ^0 U7 T% u* V- i- Y4 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: G' h2 V+ h" a! Z$ wBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ p* `! T% P M& ?" u. |! o h4 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% s, p! i$ U! z" H& I/ m/ YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" n4 P3 b% `7 i' e. K' e4 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : p6 w' \& k4 B3 X! _$ F* V* e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, Y* O/ D2 ] }+ [) t8 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 C4 l& U$ w _2 t+ }5 N: ^7 Q6 t
9 h' s' {' L7 o" `2 w) F7 V) HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; z/ W/ B# e" n/ CHow you suffered for you sanity,' K7 G: ]& D# t: A2 J+ s f. R; n( \
How you tried to set them free, ' d9 q/ w3 m4 B* O1 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 I, x. g2 J! z* XPerhaps they never will. |
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