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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! y) o% p! l1 T, b8 y1 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' ]6 s1 t8 i- O9 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 w5 H1 h' }& X. A( R, p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 Y% n) ~1 C, S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! S2 b q; G3 R7 B/ T" V6 Q
How you suffered for you sanity, ; I( Y& X. r4 R" m# v( F
How you tried to set them free, . h, V; \+ H& }! _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 J G( ~- z8 r5 g1 n0 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 G" m! | N, C- s) D8 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! e+ l; F+ e% V; h1 @1 u" N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 w! R, F V/ g! P+ CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' {3 O# y% O) `' GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% @: b. B* h7 y$ c8 u7 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
o. R5 N* d/ \* V2 A" E4 y9 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , T g2 w# Y) h' J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* _2 P4 I! @0 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : p; P* o1 y# K0 v- L% u
' G5 K" ]7 W( Q( T: Z' DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" `$ C. s5 S3 k, |5 x' u7 }4 h- z: JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * h% R7 U# }" T9 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 j. ]- h/ I w0 ~9 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, V( }3 ~9 i) S" nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! r7 h* f; x' I/ W
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 h7 u D0 t/ u/ Y6 mHow you tried to set them free,
& l6 m9 E' @5 [& B0 I) [7 r6 GThey would not listen they're not listening still, / V$ a5 s! @9 u: C7 C
Perhaps they never will. |
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