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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) M( t. u$ q* j2 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ Q# X; N* H' _' m/ v* @) i$ r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* K1 ^$ j) m, l D5 @8 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 [* t. Y- g k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! F4 d+ V. O: k$ y$ m# R1 |' W
How you suffered for you sanity, $ Q4 f N' r8 p) {8 g0 R! M2 A
How you tried to set them free, E8 x0 Q* x8 |4 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 _. ?) z2 H" ^( f4 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + z6 b( O5 h% F0 {% b) ?/ L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / }* x, T) B4 A. q2 g0 f: t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - z+ m! H5 P0 d7 t+ U* v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - |1 C! i0 r/ Q9 ^) H5 b$ u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) F4 z8 ^& \3 u0 l) S% k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 R' ]& e5 a" MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, v* C0 |9 ^) w; r& ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" q. D$ f' `3 `7 k; Z) R- N9 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , y: a$ o u m' L, a% a u9 I% d
& S8 L* s9 A/ |6 Q& n& m$ h* pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 Z! X/ z/ z& {& e$ G/ ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 ^+ `' ?" M) ?# p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ O4 g7 m. [7 x, J GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # |: P% w4 W* v# D1 l: @$ f* x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 t" [4 z- I* _3 ^7 A; n. d
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ j0 Q/ Q% ] o6 G" r. x# jHow you tried to set them free, % J5 F9 _0 s8 _3 d7 B* j' g
They would not listen they're not listening still, " [: z( T, P) g, n1 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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