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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- L- N$ W( w( |& @5 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 J& x! f/ D5 D" {0 S7 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- _0 y4 ?. x5 \7 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 m+ r5 `$ l7 U$ ?3 pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 K5 ?1 N" o5 Y0 X+ h
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 }9 Q! e) R/ k6 p% T/ iHow you tried to set them free, 8 L, A3 w1 ^9 ~6 \! [8 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; R+ D6 B$ G- X6 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 @3 Y4 j7 u5 B- }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ Z% v2 U5 t. Q/ R8 p- PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . e$ E ]. L% \% I6 i( l9 f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 q$ `+ `" h2 h# B: S2 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 y5 U% i0 ~8 }) ~$ M$ [# ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
X* E# X; S; B* M% s4 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . A' @( i7 |. i3 @/ q
But I could have told you, Vincent, % p/ d' k$ t6 ]5 N5 b& G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + `5 R+ n' t$ N" _, p
1 ~* J9 M/ k0 x" W/ ^( c3 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + q2 A2 B# M% n3 O' [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 y2 F) e7 w6 s9 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: K8 J9 o. w/ g7 |6 ?- EThe 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, ; \( }; I; s" Q
How you suffered for you sanity,( q; D7 a! Y; m; n7 ~, [9 y
How you tried to set them free, 7 N7 x$ i* M) l$ d8 C# Y4 }
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 \2 F1 B3 o( W- u) P
Perhaps they never will. |
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