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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ X2 [: a+ D' JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 Y$ c! B; C; a; \) g1 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, V' m, s7 S6 g& W& ]- o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ S; F9 ^; t* Q) U6 K* t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. U" t+ ]) d" A/ o
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 V* f& X$ @! |: I' j4 ]
How you tried to set them free,
9 K, i3 A! }, [7 J4 y$ eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( l4 g- k1 L$ K6 \1 M, bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) N, @% G! b3 K; B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( q& N, S5 ~7 F0 ]8 q) n" M: n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' f4 a M2 b7 t: Q- c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : p, E3 D/ R# F& h
! G* E) w7 L# H+ G9 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , | K& h" J, {/ i# P% x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! g5 b8 R9 M: J$ T6 T- x+ j: |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 e( I9 b" T2 O. {; B( c% I
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 T% A) c! `% [8 v1 v2 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, L a+ U4 l _ FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 F6 t0 e# L- n6 X+ y7 _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % a, ` q( G9 ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , N) Q4 R1 D1 \* q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 G! \8 A d% ~3 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
! D$ H' k& I$ w( w& QHow you tried to set them free, - X6 E; r# o' {) J) p) J. V* A5 K8 k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( _1 [ G% D% U# U) J; X2 IPerhaps they never will. |
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