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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( ]( }2 ?. z, h) U! X: p: F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 \: P- w2 W! D. u" f; U' ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; t3 }" N2 F6 e8 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 A; v$ h6 x1 P: {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- U# E9 p e S; N
How you suffered for you sanity, + D8 a1 B& L8 H. H# z
How you tried to set them free, z) I1 O7 t) O+ C% I% I6 Z* C9 g. F" D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 _0 F* d! q/ ?! `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- r0 \- _+ F g6 j; Y8 T4 w7 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 Y3 v" L' N3 B7 c( [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 D8 ]6 D4 D2 [. `. D# P
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, ]7 \9 [& J; c( N- x* q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 w% a7 K4 _0 S, r9 p9 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, a5 S1 h" S0 x7 k- X5 [! n1 E" s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
i4 l* i- g; W0 u, f7 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 s) T2 g4 R4 ^- c: S/ ^& QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! W2 B, n0 D; V$ oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 v4 \4 {& W& L! F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . N% O2 g$ I+ y; v; u& {( E' L) h5 p4 v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 U% h# z Y( o8 b- t! yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) C% O8 C7 i; ]/ d' uHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ G% C2 g- ]7 J' ~How you tried to set them free, # q! e8 a ?( r; {! N; z/ z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 {7 W5 b: O V5 tPerhaps they never will. |
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