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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, Z5 }$ ? Z+ m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * k% D1 e2 a/ }8 G% F' H) C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 j2 c) Q9 K2 m3 O C! w$ h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 ?% F& ]$ @9 h; N& hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) d* j: C* `2 M/ x
How you suffered for you sanity,
# y# m% Y- R) v% OHow you tried to set them free,
. [! v8 X& J$ e$ L& EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : n+ r5 L" W4 \& D4 P8 |, a2 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 h2 k" m, ~$ p$ _' Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - G K# N- z0 Y6 G( k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! m+ V, E R6 c7 A, b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 K% V- P7 G" N" @) [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! f. V- w' y) |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
y% E0 `, g c$ T! vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" f0 @% K4 j9 `# [" qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 ^5 ]% T% d- O1 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + G& X4 b- R6 M7 D: @# F
3 g+ A2 j8 j8 h& u, JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . a# y& ]$ z) ~+ u( J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 g5 V6 {& |% Q" H: ?2 g+ BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* L% s) ^+ G5 i6 O& RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% P8 R9 @# g, ^2 } {& N1 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 S* i( S+ l; d/ g3 o( d. u& H) N
How you suffered for you sanity,
' ^ F; B# v% g! \* g% v& n% Z% f& I/ aHow you tried to set them free,
/ n+ D5 B* ?6 A" t2 r" R& p+ HThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 \$ A& i: u8 ~/ y8 i* V: J
Perhaps they never will. |
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