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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 Z" ]7 z" z4 q; |3 w+ F) Y# a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 ^) U$ \0 c7 }9 f$ FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ P) B* Q- [; l' `' K+ X0 b3 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 K8 t% n& G# U& o. E, T+ R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 _4 `( C/ q- J- D0 Q" THow you suffered for you sanity, ( e3 l5 `0 o7 t, s* O) B3 T
How you tried to set them free, ; `8 b, e* I! \4 E3 h+ Q6 z2 \% L F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; B+ o0 j5 [+ t- a8 u, C3 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 v& @+ A/ X% D$ @. H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 U6 C% r. m7 ?& D4 n& q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 s/ B6 q$ m$ N# g. l0 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 s" Z2 d1 }% m/ Y0 [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 S: r6 p* p" F9 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 b& D6 E' Y, K; n, I) BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' `- F! q" T ]) E6 I: O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- d* c1 p, [, u0 N' `, }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * k0 c+ Q: E2 E( H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % { w( C. L" N+ E8 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 H9 N) _4 A" S( o$ jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; G, n3 z- \+ P2 k: _5 f8 E$ FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 o) n5 y6 q) S7 S: r' L; ?8 z
: m/ I4 g3 G8 x0 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & m4 c8 U+ ?* T/ C6 B' Y
How you suffered for you sanity,$ m; d0 E" X9 k. `$ |. q% l
How you tried to set them free,
; G, ]4 Q5 M1 BThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 d9 r9 I" T2 W+ j+ ^, I
Perhaps they never will. |
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