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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 y4 @/ Q# C0 G' s) v; ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , ^1 S$ j1 s1 w2 B; }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; ^9 T( j/ w1 w" a; kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 B. k1 ^3 d' n' ~; D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; o; Y: D; Z" L, U; ^) [, SHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 y) \) f) ?- P4 C
How you tried to set them free,
+ P/ I/ h1 H3 I: rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# z' ?# m& o& V' }: |, T! z# EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % F6 S& @# ` T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ t2 J0 Q6 G. \8 D$ ]2 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & Q" X$ _ u- T/ {7 o+ U, i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 z! T$ i; u7 O$ L; I/ zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 z z/ F! V: W/ ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " D6 j ^2 ]/ F; B! f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& I4 [4 S# }7 h; i( s# e2 q' w* ?% yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- `. E& H7 o0 l0 j$ J5 P; zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # [$ D6 z: h7 Y6 H0 }+ Y, }
( I; }/ d) ~5 _) \! J. HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( C* H' u0 e: H V" l1 ^# Z$ ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 _+ ~ l/ l' Q' X" ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- `( ]. z7 y! n# L( L9 _0 wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / q6 B8 P$ x- o
6 n: N- E# q5 b$ b. I$ k! LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
b# \* c' Y' e- P7 \+ F8 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
8 ~1 _. A; t$ k7 \How you tried to set them free,
; g. `0 F$ {2 \; V% LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: H" } @2 P" s% ]( ~Perhaps they never will. |
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