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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : T! z5 I2 I ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' h8 m% g4 g. c( f6 B9 s7 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, d! k! J; H! l& U' M/ Z- p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 [, K( ^' a( U0 q( L! N. J+ bNow I understand what you tried to say to me, b+ @- C/ _4 X5 { p" F/ A2 m
How you suffered for you sanity, ; ?$ D) n0 q ]
How you tried to set them free, 1 b. D+ s" s/ S7 W" @5 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 n {% X$ I" |+ u" ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 p. Z) i1 @, rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 G- @2 ~3 ^; @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ L3 k8 Q* R! H( N( f& x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# n* J8 u+ K% C; t6 a0 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: S5 S- {+ f- }! |8 |6 Z4 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& D$ }, G" |1 ?" U$ V7 A4 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( \8 ~5 A. f6 o# q2 j2 k2 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, & u, _/ J; L4 A+ E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * X" z, N' H6 n: D
2 C" ?: A4 X$ m" T0 p" r& aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + |) W9 _6 `/ ^$ U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 V$ d9 m5 p) |' R7 t9 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 J" o7 `3 R& {3 Q \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 Z% z& n* }3 T# l) e# NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! ]' p! N4 R& s2 DHow you suffered for you sanity,$ x$ h9 B a. t+ L0 `
How you tried to set them free, ; z& n0 X0 m# D( V
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 K' _6 [! k$ I! s0 K( Y% I8 v. a
Perhaps they never will. |
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