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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , `4 T: [; `6 p2 N7 g( R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, t- n% v, D" X! F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! r3 o; s' q$ m( H2 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - e, p: |. f8 u9 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. I9 V% v n* `; c, L4 A; EHow you suffered for you sanity, ! s0 F7 {: S1 `2 _
How you tried to set them free,
$ F; O% G1 Q% ~! i8 @, zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' b+ i' q( A$ S' h8 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 p4 _$ \0 h- f8 A3 f, W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ ]. R9 t" g, P/ x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , o Q& C3 Y) p; |9 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # Q2 k3 N, G7 n2 w- \$ c, m6 r
% Y1 l1 t+ j' F3 K9 C" g0 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 y2 d; z: V% i5 u/ _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 |2 ?- ?% D" s: [7 X, q* l, wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 h) C7 m& T8 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, " `# P; g/ o2 V4 [ h7 C r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . a5 U, J0 f0 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( C" l9 Q) \5 d, ^+ G6 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 W( {' v6 N9 i$ {- G% o0 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 [2 C( y& d! O
% k- a `- {& X, Y; W* zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ k2 \& G6 Y/ ?; W1 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ v2 \# ^1 j, H* c( e4 l' e" \5 O; NHow you tried to set them free, . B3 k; b2 X5 {$ }3 g% N- V0 l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 A' [$ _" M _( K8 LPerhaps they never will. |
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