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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
f! n& U) n7 f2 {8 R2 V* BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: I$ e/ Y+ }9 K8 ?) n6 i* j; u' ? oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' A: x$ @! M& \0 f: q9 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 N; X* S# e) P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% R! C+ O2 H6 U/ n: eHow you suffered for you sanity, * h3 M/ Q; B; W
How you tried to set them free, " x' ~! r$ d! v4 ^) I6 C; j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& ^, D# u: c3 H n# l$ w$ A2 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 ]# W" ~: U0 i s9 M: f5 a; v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. p7 J* m& A; P% @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & L i+ y; P% P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. R3 E, u3 z9 _3 a( R$ ~0 E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) |6 o1 X; K, I9 ~" T' O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 p4 ^) d3 f9 t3 B- yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & _2 X! r b9 l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! S6 {; I- T% p/ A. m+ _% x% S* b7 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' r$ X( F! O( r( [5 v
$ E$ `, `4 Z! d; A, e; s: T' K' {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! B: v4 P e* E: Z gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 D2 s7 I* Z5 A2 i# P! {0 V* X7 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 I1 D: [9 \$ X8 R- T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' X' I! J: M+ |1 v- L; G7 V; @! d
5 S/ c6 b* f6 k; o+ s# k- Q" |' uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 M& E* G' P) O( l7 l1 |% ~How you suffered for you sanity,7 `6 V3 o) [2 }" [: s
How you tried to set them free,
4 i1 Q, f& ^; X+ B" e6 I8 x8 YThey would not listen they're not listening still, . G9 q5 F( H; ]4 Z- a
Perhaps they never will. |
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