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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 a8 B3 t/ f% m8 f: B) z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- i' U7 s: c- Y+ l; r# P# y: J3 I( nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" Y; T; Y# d1 e5 GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 O" |0 p" M% r# d5 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ c$ |# p+ g5 Z. O6 Y9 u7 F/ a
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 v* u0 } k @2 B
How you tried to set them free, 1 N% {5 W! N3 ?6 H9 s- O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 Z" E2 Y; S) O5 A9 x' u2 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # L$ E8 I8 ~6 p/ O R' n2 R/ Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' n6 a9 O- a) T% a( ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( ~/ _& Q0 \2 E* D. W8 C* J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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W- @# K/ W1 q% T6 jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& B% w8 c, Z$ `# Y, S" @1 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: B" q7 B: Z9 w4 [- i5 S+ c) a, YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ k$ a% k. m5 @/ G) ~5 G, l. E- kBut I could have told you, Vincent, * _' y( f+ Y/ C0 B! v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 o3 i& S( F4 _) Y9 q- ]9 @0 M" n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 F: R$ p( Y3 k l" kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) e* Y( C7 @, D8 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 q! L6 j6 E$ N @
" S( s4 c: S; L! K, UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( L8 P- v4 x; P1 |% ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 n- @" H* }2 b2 dHow you tried to set them free, $ n* A+ L( c- r
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 r% G# a, h! ~9 G3 V+ H
Perhaps they never will. |
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