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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, Z1 U2 I9 x! X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , N0 Q: k ^# ?4 p5 S- _) f7 L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" n# ?8 G3 Y( w" N7 C RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # W4 x& p8 }/ J' d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ e. Y e t' v) ~6 M; mHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 _* C/ }7 _! A* u# a
How you tried to set them free, ) Q0 V4 F0 c+ b1 v Z( ~: L6 H' Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 N, M) `/ ]6 `! _& d. |. zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + ~ [% X9 \/ A4 e' f. K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 M, e3 c1 Q4 G; P& z4 M& h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( ^' q+ N4 ]# i: A9 |' U/ jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 ^, M) g5 D; @. d7 _
# z' }4 b7 j2 h% v0 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 W3 B6 R0 A- |3 ^6 z/ b. uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ ]" O7 a6 @5 d8 q: j! yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & o$ z, C' Q; g4 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 R6 V1 m9 g8 f( @) A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # w0 I1 r) S0 e4 { `* C# @, _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ ^- s7 I' ~4 s2 }& l" ]3 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 G- @9 k8 A, _8 c- m7 P" f- o' X2 ?# V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - L7 x/ Q/ I0 v$ a, l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* ]1 y& k. c3 Z5 P5 }- W% ^ c, dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
}8 g4 o4 C1 M/ A; IHow you suffered for you sanity,7 v u1 `: \4 i9 n4 ^3 L; J
How you tried to set them free,
3 u2 E1 m" ~9 {9 tThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! Y5 O5 Y m) o l4 D$ F% G% {/ I
Perhaps they never will. |
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