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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, c$ R8 h, t- x5 ?# h iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % o x0 w7 C$ {, V, b, N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% a8 m7 C4 h0 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 |/ r9 P( T, y" |8 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; O, |5 b+ D4 E0 q: N, {
How you suffered for you sanity,
" Z- a/ g- ^& w# D% gHow you tried to set them free, ( w) G( k4 O+ t. e4 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# e, l! d7 ]- e3 B# K: I' kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 u$ r, ] q7 `; c- s) U- _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ?( u ~6 L G1 c( Z/ `- v$ {9 ^- s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 k* o+ f) M1 D& W- P1 {. QWeathered 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, ; N8 o% T! z# Y" E4 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 F3 V, Z$ s6 E7 W9 b( O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # V. c4 l& M) e" D7 G% x5 ~* x
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 s: d$ F6 P' n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. ?2 E. d% D, ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ {5 Z Q) }+ F& q% I5 ^: T" RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * t, X/ _3 W0 ~( J/ ~; P" S8 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 I/ Q5 h/ f$ K L/ U' fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & A- P$ e P3 Q* w2 Q! E2 X
" X, D( q& e- J2 i; UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 O, ?) K2 R3 c
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 b! `" F' x% Q0 ]$ nHow you tried to set them free, 7 P1 n' Y3 p+ H, B n5 h1 T
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 Z( b8 w6 U4 z7 L$ ?2 L1 [5 q0 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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