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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 h' _. |6 {) [2 ?% hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, n2 j/ M, [7 l. n9 H4 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% Z; c0 E& e& a, Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- a O# b) u( l: R" F' w' M2 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& h9 a8 G# p; c- j# X3 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 r8 ~( ^5 Z/ C# Z4 ? xHow you tried to set them free, * ?- d6 R. ^8 m2 n4 f' P% i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. x, J$ {% t' d( |; v% G4 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, f7 R4 i5 e m2 O5 n. v9 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ D6 d/ r. N1 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 D3 o- w' W2 ^1 L1 ^$ D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 ]- z2 o- W- | i# e: @; AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 i2 M+ ?& @: y- G; t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) W! x( }, k+ {+ DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 g, d, C R& cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 K+ K K- _$ U; J; ?1 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. t6 o' m+ y6 x2 M( j4 y% m2 l
- [* z& Z3 ]% v3 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 j' k) s3 u; Q0 t% s; cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' {) o E% A# z# e5 q( Q/ tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 I0 v% u' m6 W% x% ^$ J& a- ^8 h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ k) F7 f8 G; }( Q' Q* VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 A" t$ w5 v# R. X9 M% U: ]$ GHow you suffered for you sanity,! x5 m- Q( N- r) b, O! S; d& r
How you tried to set them free,
& @/ u/ ~; U; vThey would not listen they're not listening still, , q3 N* u; p1 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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