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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . N9 J+ }3 g; z, S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % O- P( }3 c+ s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 o0 l8 N( o' v+ R/ T2 T0 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . R% R& N% {/ G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- @/ j( X. F7 `' z, V
How you suffered for you sanity,
* z% z- U3 k' M' A2 sHow you tried to set them free, $ W3 }/ c4 ` ]) U0 Z, x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % ^9 w/ f* z" E8 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# {: G+ }: y6 q. V3 h+ Z* o3 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ l$ ?" B- n+ V @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 d6 X0 I4 h7 tWeathered 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,
/ h& N1 w8 h: O: q4 |9 H/ hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 M; ?9 U" X7 }+ [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: Q4 v, c* `" e; r' iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 U2 M% C% q2 D( eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % {- N) k% ]' N; C" `
0 o: Y+ d6 _9 j* i/ ^' f8 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - o7 \3 l) ^2 f1 z" f/ s' O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 ^) Z( h2 j) y; k: Y G# A3 a( F$ ^2 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , ` T1 Y; ` B: ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( J! ]! G3 H/ } s
M8 G7 F7 h& E: vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: y) t6 n7 Y0 m: e/ J3 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
( ?9 u# ?. i. g; | m0 u, ?8 ?How you tried to set them free,
, M& S" D; ^7 |5 Z/ tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
K8 b) W% k2 u' lPerhaps they never will. |
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