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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 P V- j0 K! q3 S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: X! {3 ~* } n: }( WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ {3 V" L9 E) {2 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + j9 k+ T$ h6 |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% \( L. ?# R8 {5 C& |) c
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 N4 _+ l+ b& o& V# uHow you tried to set them free,
2 e7 ~) o0 j. n: U. P1 W& \% r9 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , r& F* y1 b0 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 U# k: I- F% P% G9 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + `: `! o5 e+ ^/ T9 f, v5 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + s- m5 U! g4 Q, d; ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 K6 G" K- M) ?/ j, Q6 ]. \2 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 c |/ L" m$ W. u$ D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
W, g; z+ H* D. @/ i1 J4 u) |You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 J1 z+ ]( d7 Z2 f9 [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 [- ?* n! a9 `- |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 r0 o3 ^$ I" d$ f, m/ s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ Q4 q" z+ E9 t) xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* A/ ^7 |$ c( n( ]5 D1 {9 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* `) }2 e/ a: q: F' @& qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 U( }+ y# n( x* b0 o- t5 f0 Y0 ?4 u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 G% Z$ r V5 |' @& Z' _
How you suffered for you sanity,
. V' b5 T$ V+ _( e/ NHow you tried to set them free,
; ^7 @$ J. z9 BThey would not listen they're not listening still, , }$ Y3 s8 Z7 ~& C8 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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