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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( z& b; G) U* Q; m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # z' x6 S- S; Q' I% i2 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 V2 d8 |- v, e8 h% z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 r- ]5 k+ `9 `' D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 N; {( q8 z6 h, {, b7 q, ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 z8 v4 \, k0 ^4 v2 |) OHow you tried to set them free, ( S; U0 M; A# E: f2 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 h8 L% p/ X$ \' A- ~% J. v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & Y7 i5 }2 n z& C) p& D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" g7 A. E0 K* X+ Q. J2 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( h/ Y# m& m1 V& p6 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 f) ?4 J6 ?" G+ ]& J* n- C0 y8 [
' g6 }8 X8 {" M9 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 x3 x9 W2 L d# d4 B- k% G$ M5 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 z |2 r% \# _+ Q7 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( I1 N! f, M" e: t) }2 k0 u
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ ] i7 K" H/ p; }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # E3 W1 C j; Q1 J# |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + Z( y4 I% H% R2 N5 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 H7 {8 t @; h7 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . x: f! z' P' T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 ?# P B1 k* Q+ `; n8 e) B* d
How you suffered for you sanity,
& W" v" u" r( ~9 {4 T+ JHow you tried to set them free, 1 I0 ]" g- q& x) J: s" x( ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, p- |4 K( ~+ {$ y) Z o
Perhaps they never will. |
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