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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! ?! q4 c0 E9 @3 b: |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 ]5 {: u" e# J. F! d/ T) e4 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 d! F: u. `8 E' g1 x2 d/ ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 t8 K- T" E9 {6 Q, r, y" J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& X9 ^- g; `, F0 r: }2 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 k6 w$ [# H) I THow you tried to set them free,
5 `+ j+ x P9 i$ rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 n! y- l2 F5 x6 c. KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! U3 y, ~, |+ `: u* ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! [) A2 q3 `2 Z8 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; z/ G7 n3 k; x) I9 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 A7 S) ?/ G, v* y/ Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 E% V1 r, D: d/ S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 u; Q9 h9 w u" }& k- u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 p; L9 M$ a- I# v& M6 a$ k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 \# W9 C! V: @3 y& R2 x: SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) O2 `" s0 ?2 O( @- L2 h2 p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 z% |( w q% o* EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ a# ?( f7 S' P" `/ W. {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - }" `# Q2 c3 D* Y! |* W4 P4 X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 l2 n, a1 f8 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 b/ b5 J' C0 q* _% u
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ E) W3 d# K2 L# ^5 Q& D* N: L0 {How you tried to set them free, # \- b) S# @9 U1 ?! M
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' J+ [' F, z% m5 K9 j( p }# i, G$ E
Perhaps they never will. |
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