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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " s. p Y$ e2 U0 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 L- N1 L6 Q5 L; Y# v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 z& i& ]$ g [; s1 ^8 v" M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 Z' f$ l1 u4 e8 Y5 _3 A6 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ Z7 ~2 M, ?. SHow you suffered for you sanity, n2 A1 i5 e3 V# O9 v" [
How you tried to set them free,
% l" n2 _0 ~9 k' R- fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' K! b1 H- `! w$ t7 R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: l7 V8 N9 e/ [) W G' cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- z$ z2 \: C; c7 q* aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 ]% X7 r9 ^! SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( |; H/ c# @# r3 m9 X0 J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 q. C( ^$ {, h- a! P; tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, [* o* n, p9 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, " W0 G v% ~: V! A
But I could have told you, Vincent, & H* O4 _+ n- O& u8 I, ~. j: v2 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 m9 h7 h% O5 k5 @( | w. ]* X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) V6 R( ?1 A, J, G2 I$ j2 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 ]1 Q/ e1 P+ E" L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: H/ d0 Z3 \( v+ {How you suffered for you sanity,
- C3 ~6 ?, S2 G1 R5 m7 G6 B+ oHow you tried to set them free, 0 b" D! ~% K, Z$ K% K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* b( L; r- w) T0 Z$ Q2 ]5 n/ CPerhaps they never will. |
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