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4 e+ W# A1 z0 O2 J& e1 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 P6 q/ x% }0 T' g* k) F8 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 Q) n4 c. M9 S6 ?3 s8 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ w5 v% B2 N0 i( r2 |8 k2 [% @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # a1 L5 s2 v3 Q) o# I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: H* y0 G4 H$ w( ~& I' q3 a7 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
, \# R# W( x. W. W# Z1 cHow you tried to set them free, ! x8 T5 G+ m" A% w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' I9 K( t$ M6 T" O, UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
F+ {& O) n, vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. O9 P. d" L4 ^' gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 f; Z/ h5 C0 ^6 Y6 {1 I
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,
& Y' g, z% w" n4 F7 P; W: @8 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( V, p8 Z8 Z+ d0 e( g" CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / ]0 q$ u" f8 H! M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 L4 a/ V' M# J; K& V9 f# [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 G! G; p# S7 H; C/ h" e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # h+ u2 R4 J6 f+ f! s0 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ Y9 O/ W3 e. e3 I( `1 hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ P+ u; H) U+ m. v& G3 P
% U+ [. f/ ?$ `. L7 `4 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) A; r" t7 u7 P4 G& Q
How you suffered for you sanity,% f/ x1 S4 M' I0 x; [
How you tried to set them free,
9 J: r! `/ w0 D* q. y" ?4 S( O6 k6 eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* U9 ^! r2 M3 f+ W& F" dPerhaps they never will. |
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