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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) V4 ]7 G& K! x: g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 n" b2 b) `# `- Y& u# U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 w9 R+ y. g- L# M8 f: K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 D! _" d( k% m. B* FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 v& {1 K: ]& w- e- lHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ g+ E7 o( z) M y* _+ rHow you tried to set them free,
1 }7 q2 P5 V( f9 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, B9 g2 H5 c- Z: @9 @- RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- e% ]1 g, J5 e. D. f* ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% S+ j; r- k5 z& JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 F6 j5 y w1 ^- Y1 K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . v- k. E/ c4 ~) c2 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & T3 R- Q# i4 {8 V0 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 _* _' }+ I# G% [, J: i
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; Z8 C6 w7 ~- C2 G$ T& |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " _+ p/ w4 Q( N" p7 {& B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& I1 N0 k7 b$ X% u% PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , X' F9 T$ R& i' }$ s& U" A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - O* k# U" T3 }" H) j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 y7 K) z$ `6 S9 ?8 _% q
% ? f. @) I! v' m& i9 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - m' f6 f2 s! x7 j# z
How you suffered for you sanity,
% I0 D6 P5 [- m& ZHow you tried to set them free,
' C" H* t6 }* c" m' Q+ Q- p- KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 K# A+ k; G8 m9 r4 B- GPerhaps they never will. |
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