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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . y, \4 F' F* @5 J: W1 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . T! T$ T9 o: h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, ~; R- ]8 A+ S5 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 f: H# I3 K( \; N3 L+ iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
{/ O5 Q' M+ |* oHow you suffered for you sanity, . T5 e2 t0 e# p: w* A- n! a s0 z; _
How you tried to set them free, 6 A2 O9 J) G6 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* E* M$ m6 W+ `' I9 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 H) u; a! r0 `/ D) h0 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 b4 ]! g( E! B, a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& K6 I; j- B# F4 i: n+ F3 aWeathered 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, 6 s3 p6 @, t6 p/ A, y, g6 D9 V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 I- q$ m. u/ e! |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 W. v4 s$ i% u! F. X1 a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# V/ F! r" n3 r. \' P& IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; H7 J3 j% R3 I+ K5 U' _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : }7 F m0 b( I; h7 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & W- e" n- D% H! R+ l. P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # t0 l1 _$ c% L/ {: A8 l) \/ l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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P* [" d+ _: \$ s; A, UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# G& k3 R+ ]7 ]$ T; y" ~How you suffered for you sanity, W( L/ N% k1 K1 f& g/ q# v3 f" l! c9 T
How you tried to set them free, 8 G1 d& Z- y: e) h0 l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, D; y+ h8 t- p2 i+ \Perhaps they never will. |
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