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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' N. \; i0 N$ Q3 S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 E1 h& ^3 L# U' d; ]1 a/ l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 V5 g2 x$ L/ [ lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! s+ Z# q1 H$ NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
N, e" Y. Y( `: U1 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 e- N3 C- E5 \* x9 o0 \How you tried to set them free,
( o) Q3 D; i' `, XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 O4 x7 g+ K% c7 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - k+ T1 O* W9 r2 m0 U$ F, Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* x4 J- V# E# s7 K7 D! t" {- F& PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# V- ?7 j3 I" ?# C, C/ kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # C- u, X1 A- g' U0 U0 W( e
' y5 F6 O$ q7 g( CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( N) j/ p* S ^; |: z2 j lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 z3 D: O+ a. Y- D% ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( \: X8 X9 z: x5 O$ RBut I could have told you, Vincent, & ^) d9 k. y1 O0 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 H2 m7 _/ R6 X$ C$ H, J# W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 A1 `% v* v8 e B- b& {% A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 F7 C) T2 t! Q" Q6 I
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,
& n3 ~8 @8 ?* v. `8 `; PHow you suffered for you sanity,
; s) t9 @+ u3 v( e" zHow you tried to set them free,
3 h) V3 n& ]* T3 J. G" pThey would not listen they're not listening still, & i3 ?1 x( j# A
Perhaps they never will. |
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