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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) g$ o# E% |* v2 j; L+ S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " t; y7 C+ u' Z) @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; _7 k* i" T+ ~( S' S3 A3 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * p* k4 L& p/ o& L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 c2 G$ p" R* ^: F. v9 j
How you suffered for you sanity, ' g9 O& U0 ]; j) B' z
How you tried to set them free,
# i Z1 V1 ]7 ]5 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ g6 R& H- j( A% jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
A* B, x! J: ~( I% [% `/ LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - v7 @% s9 }4 y: k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; `" G: W ^( g- }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,
4 V0 S3 b/ w6 g9 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 a; o6 }9 \& X0 p8 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 i7 i ~! e+ z. l7 l8 R) A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 c/ g) e. ?# t5 OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 H; ?! D" A* M9 cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* }. w) G! K6 t6 a! p- T! b; Z) l+ V: BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & W5 a2 o% R7 i. E; Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) Q6 h' [! y4 s D' E! sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 q* k" l5 m9 h Q- t# vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: @3 \% [: f9 KHow you suffered for you sanity,7 h, g z" c' X7 h9 s' S" X; @
How you tried to set them free, : q! W. a; V( l% p' O
They would not listen they're not listening still, # }* I8 I; o* K+ M$ f
Perhaps they never will. |
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