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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 }* T4 T$ @1 O* O5 j2 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) k: W/ n7 D# n7 P5 w& W. fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) B" b6 R& G o dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. [4 P1 Y u3 |* U r; x: {, ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- h1 d' t* B) C/ \: [1 v j& J' M
How you suffered for you sanity, ' A. T8 M- J$ H
How you tried to set them free, 8 r7 C4 f$ d- ~. J# M! \9 t7 x6 d) N5 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ h* G t+ ~1 C) ]% F$ s5 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & l! r; k( t8 k1 ]- o' \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , x8 N; ^ M& |3 `4 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 y, B. q$ a. q5 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % u3 m, I( i" o& f3 }; K( l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * ~2 Q6 s+ I! z! _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' o! d6 h2 W# r( |0 ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, k6 Y" u2 G& [" ~: M5 Y, G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ [- y$ ^3 {. v) |3 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' ~$ d- h# H, e$ x1 \7 G& ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& y+ [$ k8 f' u0 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # B) i% G* U7 t9 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) i! k& r# K0 y" K4 YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' c" h% q" O4 S3 a+ a- f
3 Q( Z5 h2 F5 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 u6 F; T$ x+ L( lHow you suffered for you sanity,' s2 G! p; r3 r) s9 V, a _9 B
How you tried to set them free,
- l% t/ M4 r7 |4 V8 M/ TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 y. e' M6 @+ qPerhaps they never will. |
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