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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! o# T0 w" u. U# O7 C; M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 i0 l/ E$ a3 _$ ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 y0 ?4 s! F" X0 P) s) i# _' S& f" pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) A- B; \6 X' \" o2 K$ p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 M% x! E9 f. V4 U
How you suffered for you sanity, # d p5 h& |+ a& Y" ^7 B
How you tried to set them free,
6 P* M& v5 `. s4 o% DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: j, H R. J9 z) CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( U& F" }" Q: R* `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . V1 K9 M$ q+ t u% l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) ` v9 T" G9 u) K* V+ E& ^ _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, * [3 U+ z0 x- E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( m9 k/ Q4 O- T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! h) h( y1 }# g) |9 _% f2 O7 uBut I could have told you, Vincent, / T8 {3 z1 {* a% Z: a' ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & Y+ U" M [' Y5 N* T$ D9 J3 k3 u9 O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ o% h/ ^) D; z6 J7 R' {! m6 R. mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / ~/ F7 t/ T% o) h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . Q/ B7 `0 [0 b
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, 1 `: E2 d5 y" x; f/ L; \
How you suffered for you sanity,' Y* i( G B6 ^$ h
How you tried to set them free, ! p% q7 l/ z5 v7 Q3 _
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 L) e0 r7 \! ~ f; E
Perhaps they never will. |
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