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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . X& `% u6 S' H7 L9 `& O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" m2 r& M% l& YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ E# B1 O7 j5 {6 ]" y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& U4 _2 ]1 q2 o& `7 MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 [/ y, W. `3 w: G o
How you suffered for you sanity,
* @; }( D; {' ]0 f2 oHow you tried to set them free, 1 |& \8 [/ \ j5 {1 O9 N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- y5 ]& k% k4 n2 I- u& ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 L+ h% _" x* g; s6 S TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " a+ T/ A6 f) c7 n. {5 R+ |; j K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' m( J+ |2 Z7 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 p% p6 Q9 `# Y" y; S, @! JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 c2 ] u2 F" W1 j: b- W$ E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - [0 t; H# ]6 r
But I could have told you, Vincent, " l1 T k% t8 e- i, m& Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- I8 h1 L8 L( H- }) CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 G9 _! a9 ]- i G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, w1 @& }& L* v) H8 p9 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 X, B* g" p$ P+ w. iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 |, h. p" C2 v" E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 V2 W" S* M4 Y" r1 l2 s3 L: qHow you suffered for you sanity,0 w. Q* B# P) ]3 X
How you tried to set them free, 3 C( a/ U) J" _" m k& P6 W# v' x
They would not listen they're not listening still, + ~( ~6 D- c0 U$ F7 y8 \6 l
Perhaps they never will. |
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