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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ N9 q+ D7 @: X2 D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& I/ ]' s5 g7 v7 F1 i* K8 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. F( @. Y2 E2 Q5 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& G& P0 f. Q; y+ d* iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
o8 g! R2 ^4 Z/ R6 |: P+ U/ oHow you suffered for you sanity,
- k" q% P& x0 X$ O1 o; kHow you tried to set them free, # Q' s' z& q5 |3 g7 `. J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. O/ u1 L8 c0 j( E, `/ m/ LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' w q J- V: X) T+ ^* c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' ~! f% G& O1 K& r" N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. ]2 Z: [; ]+ l% TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " U! Q3 P. v. S, Q- o; b; f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 s) {. a& Z1 |- I$ f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 z$ l) n/ E5 ?6 L1 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' v) D, ]7 e% n a# TBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 r: Y* a: I8 U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( n6 I8 Y# C! a( ^$ y5 P2 q4 S$ S
* g- x. b2 `% r# YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 `5 E8 G# V" u" k+ S6 \$ t" ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- ^1 c4 I% u3 ~9 G" z1 u+ cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ b9 [8 Y5 m9 s) i% GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' B: U: D- |' tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) z8 y- x: g" ?( ^1 j2 O( G% `. T
How you suffered for you sanity,
! K W; ~- u. w: y! X; p b# n4 U; gHow you tried to set them free,
7 u* S: T& ~3 l' l5 a1 R: k' K# FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ u5 i8 z- h- yPerhaps they never will. |
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