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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 e9 G1 V! f. j$ G2 k6 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; |+ U% y( |0 r# B! U$ M' \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! T, ]! f9 g2 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 p5 ]$ L$ s9 C& |: r! y. dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* n% ]) ~! I1 N, X: C! n
How you suffered for you sanity,
& U* D; W1 F' }8 _) I$ JHow you tried to set them free,
, v5 K: \& P! l! dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! f( s" w) v- r2 s' A5 |, QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( t5 ^3 Q+ i7 k& u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 _; J' u- J/ y8 V' T, Y% FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 q* |, @) t) r. H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! t1 l3 L b1 U* Y o$ OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / o+ s( j a( s0 W' M' a/ c) f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 s: n3 o- G9 J# S# Y5 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : u$ Z0 `# K7 n& e2 A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 @4 H' D) s6 L4 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 q/ _$ |+ U: m# b9 W6 f1 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% H) ]% e- l5 o( ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 X; v& j) O5 @& ~0 y# r: NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . U' l/ l3 G: l! {6 |# j- m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * U Q+ L1 X z5 T1 w9 N: M# X1 K
. ~* G4 I( S. b, L; h$ @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, l" n( h/ K- t$ e$ hHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ s% I' G$ D3 x, J0 ^5 |4 `$ G lHow you tried to set them free, ' r+ u& N& X. H$ V
They would not listen they're not listening still, % A: g$ y' @: K/ ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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