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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * k I& ]0 `6 J# J+ ~6 E+ D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# Y3 c M9 v2 e( CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 v' T3 d6 b7 {- ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % O% D- _( q, v: r3 A- q, {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* B" Z* ]/ X) y0 C9 k( _. mHow you suffered for you sanity, ( \- x, { M) l# j
How you tried to set them free, , X* ~- b$ w; _' u8 Q- N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 e3 Z6 u) l$ wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 _7 K+ D# T. \' l# p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, V/ X7 N W* n4 L, G& ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ a Z6 C0 r$ M, [! ]: e H4 f) q, NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ ^) V' d; F p5 Q! \/ o2 a
2 Q- ]0 K9 {. OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' }. Z# @ z) Z8 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , S4 w9 b+ ~6 u) J* u3 \. P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 Y. D6 _ N l' H# c! Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 z( {$ J" w, |, |2 r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , L/ X3 |+ p X3 V$ Z) ~3 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 z% L4 P1 ^6 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ z+ y) B& d) E6 e. Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " S0 R' ~( O- D$ V; r' M Q2 s; H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
e- Y1 F g" p( T- C. X. e* vHow you suffered for you sanity,* [4 c+ D5 \$ L$ C. O# A, h
How you tried to set them free, 6 W% I: d% x: Q; N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; G9 \" L8 ? {( _5 }% dPerhaps they never will. |
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