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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, e2 F% ^% L. P, l) {) J0 d6 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 C5 s s+ C4 s! E1 g. xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 e* x# b. G7 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! \5 j$ c% |9 F- K* U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 N8 Z# H% } Y9 t, H6 O% kHow you suffered for you sanity, ( `& N3 A* ]2 T$ T
How you tried to set them free, ' x. I5 m6 B$ K6 \! \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" x: F/ G& X3 @* ?7 }7 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 T2 U4 g1 }0 F! M3 E1 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* N& S: ?; y0 n3 {: v3 ?/ q* EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! d# i# l% ^+ M1 h' `' G' R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' T' }" B! ]1 N0 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; u' E. ^8 ]) N/ ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 ?+ }# k( M1 x" @But I could have told you, Vincent, / k, d% L0 i: \; G8 A/ b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 i- ^) L f2 O* [ R; f4 x; HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 l7 {8 v8 y: ?# sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 E0 I& f' P4 J) E1 _9 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 ^( u' Z* K& Z: M8 ?! n2 J! T
5 V1 O0 K+ s2 E; c# {( BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 R- q& j. k5 \7 M" x
How you suffered for you sanity, V- p2 R% ~5 I
How you tried to set them free, i; R0 n A5 Z. t9 y3 M
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; }9 `8 K+ H% F
Perhaps they never will. |
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