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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
z) K, r5 z5 ?; M/ S- eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! I" b5 X/ i% [' j' B4 C, KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ o+ k4 X. f+ ?: ?+ f+ XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( T% y; l- Y- G8 a) ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ v" p8 E8 s5 t: V( D, x# S5 CHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ i7 b x0 K1 u: B" P0 a8 B* w4 uHow you tried to set them free, 6 q& o3 E3 T: R2 \( Z" }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ^% a0 p' d: g. s i0 W0 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + j: g1 T* N5 Q" C0 _, ]5 }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " U2 |7 |! G$ L) y; X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! {! `0 V) z, r6 J$ Q, Y/ j! U7 _3 Q: \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) |" ?8 |! g/ h0 c! l( F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, Q; B( w8 V# [: ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ `" V/ a( W9 J& kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. q* v) S& y( J4 O) C( SBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) E; ^# a3 f% `" z: [8 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 M# R9 E2 @7 L1 ]' z; [
2 w% m/ T+ P3 S- S. c1 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ N b6 R4 e) \" S; L# p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" `$ T' v" @5 K) I% h: |, H! n& `* YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 u6 m8 O- v# d$ L0 J$ D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 K! p) H: k$ T7 i2 A7 t
% v* ?; f0 s k1 ]3 D' t6 k4 ] oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . X* }' t; y, k: W y* ^4 K: c
How you suffered for you sanity,3 H1 e: q1 Y9 X6 k' s3 ]. O3 Y
How you tried to set them free,
; C* l4 z- M3 [$ @They would not listen they're not listening still, % x$ z. X F% f
Perhaps they never will. |
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