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% _% u) H) n+ ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ }. T' `5 H3 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ d7 v, j/ \# ]6 t9 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 a4 E: N5 _6 X! q: b3 d6 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! z: N$ U. C9 z9 X- K+ K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# v z6 f6 w+ U
How you suffered for you sanity, v9 |9 K" F$ U5 N. o) ^% x
How you tried to set them free, c/ M3 G S3 d% D7 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % ~9 F1 V8 ~' b& H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 k* v. d+ e: u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ O* L( y$ _4 @! n- L; kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 Z" l p0 ^* q* R% |( I9 N0 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . X; n+ \1 Q% c0 f3 L' h
( U* E) o/ I# q3 z `( n: bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! O' o* `- H' j$ }* l0 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, o: P: s8 c& f6 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 w w% E3 `/ jBut I could have told you, Vincent, - g) U( O7 e# Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ X" P0 j+ b8 ]( r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - ] n5 G6 @$ ? f3 ?1 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 a: t s. L$ G: n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , m1 I/ b7 w' l( u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 P- \$ h( e" T5 a1 H7 G6 M
How you suffered for you sanity,/ r5 W- V: T" U9 o, O8 K
How you tried to set them free, 6 U; n: k! }1 M# n: b( [6 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, . y& _1 n' x) _8 B, K; U% i% y7 M6 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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