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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' K N6 p+ |$ n' V5 o" \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; P" { `/ Z- H! M* [. p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- `) p% v/ K. nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ r2 X7 h$ W3 R, u6 u) g8 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me," U. u% @) x, f0 c4 {4 x, a
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 G" }" D0 y2 i J' D/ VHow you tried to set them free,
. n0 U& x+ s% M7 p4 M# UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 G; g, v2 l2 e0 E }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * Z4 R! e9 E, z% B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 F& ?1 R8 R) b& a, K SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - q* h" e2 |- L! w$ J) j/ X; E* [7 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' Z9 i* q- ^ B5 d: iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , {1 X) I9 j5 [) L7 @: Q9 O! G0 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * r2 R L2 F9 W' B( r/ O( o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / G Y- c' B; C, P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& c, K" W; i5 S* x6 E: ~/ E5 [& `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ x1 \* @7 b" H7 c
0 T1 g; l$ |8 `4 U9 _8 \' W- ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 U& U7 ^. z' P8 a( j, Y7 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 p9 }0 K! H6 \# {( r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 a/ R! ]/ Q9 N5 n: X+ w% M6 GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. P$ r6 V! T, _/ ]! g" o2 {: Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 U o5 T- [% P+ i1 X5 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
: ?8 {1 J ^& g9 `+ VHow you tried to set them free, 0 t! e, |3 s8 u, r3 K- w6 G
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 U N1 O% w( ?- e. h; h
Perhaps they never will. |
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