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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) j4 Z: ]0 B5 Q: J; k9 s3 KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! T+ t. i4 S, B5 g0 _7 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 ^6 O8 E: f( l. C6 }0 G$ OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ _2 `* H1 i* a' C. X- fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: R. N) P+ }* c; R7 D# RHow you suffered for you sanity,
# t( d+ W9 |- q3 r8 p* s8 zHow you tried to set them free, , V+ F2 W5 e4 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " d( x8 W: t9 N- A3 y4 ~5 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. f$ c! G& w# _/ k: g9 BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' a9 b2 K2 g2 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, C* Y8 J9 z8 ?, X9 G2 o) X1 w
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,
8 q; x+ R$ s, Y$ e MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 x& N" U; ~1 t/ v+ M9 c4 h" X4 J! m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. b# A( {9 {7 D# H; Z/ K4 sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 C/ E7 I' ]+ `5 Z% x8 Y2 q! b' RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / V. m: m# C3 ^, @1 M' y
1 R( q. ]3 g" z$ \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 S& r" E7 b4 `* m9 H$ g0 \0 L' ~ n" zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; p( a6 {& P. k0 \$ kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , H: e5 p+ K4 c8 F, }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 E3 B T) J( U2 t' z+ y/ ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 b3 w* a' U# `
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 {- V5 w9 x& UHow you tried to set them free, , X8 a s/ l3 V3 h- `) ~' b
They would not listen they're not listening still, , e1 a7 E2 L8 j. `
Perhaps they never will. |
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