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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & W' i( \8 U$ @0 S4 A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 q7 V" d/ P) \ I1 J8 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 u$ W: F1 @$ a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * R, W8 J3 L+ o! R( B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 M+ U4 }, \3 x) u+ k, X4 {2 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 k4 h" s2 v7 j _% s- lHow you tried to set them free, 2 X, J- @' X8 |0 b5 L5 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! M5 c0 R# @; b: o6 c, w, F ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % a% u' R6 H# P5 U$ y; m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 x) `, m; J+ g* K4 W8 r( eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . G! R1 ^2 Z1 p3 u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! _3 a9 q% A! d) {) [) C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! Q2 A2 t/ @* rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 U1 u) J' [3 H0 x+ l" Q5 U& N/ d* i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, y5 U( g9 m9 k7 m7 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, : z9 ^& E y" i# t! s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" I9 _. W& n, UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * \5 W% b9 M K5 h4 o t$ H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Q4 m2 Y, K6 L$ t# CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; ]& r& r9 D! ?; ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 X% {* G: w6 z- ~# t' jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 i4 g- y; S% F& l1 K1 v, iHow you suffered for you sanity," R/ p. M1 L" G1 D& L& Z$ u
How you tried to set them free, 5 E( r% L1 [9 |, b: `# T
They would not listen they're not listening still, # M: _! h4 e* v J& m
Perhaps they never will. |
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