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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 d. ?3 s% q& l% K/ x1 t F# @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . S- C3 w: e6 N, K& }1 C% W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ j' ?# Y; p3 i" dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* _; k$ y% f$ T6 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' I I' V: K) e0 z
How you suffered for you sanity, . \; J: L/ Y9 |( W
How you tried to set them free,
5 N4 Z7 `3 m2 @& G0 t' X! AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 p' Y# f* J- J/ r, K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
l" T h t$ s" cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- y3 S# h" M4 y$ p! L1 c. W: I) vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) ?( k6 x3 t C( }+ }, Z/ s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - x1 N0 y% a- _+ t$ z
- |5 N' ]: y0 `( t6 |. i7 b9 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' C( L7 k5 d$ X+ O+ m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' j+ p3 Z' D* Y* F( L: \! B7 e, AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + U* }, B1 b4 Q) J: V& B
But I could have told you, Vincent, # q! J* {! `0 T; C5 P3 X3 E( I* J9 {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) G3 t- }$ x }; x; o( AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 J4 j( P" q+ @, w, \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* b5 V8 F3 N; T, b T) l' q2 t# ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 V- S* \2 u e2 K! YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# k, D& S8 W9 F6 c1 d5 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' H& V2 L. D8 G4 M6 x/ Y* e+ r
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 b! X, [; @2 a1 P& e1 f3 T1 L; o5 qHow you tried to set them free, 8 u4 M, v) n, h# R, i. b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 V- X( E _" ]Perhaps they never will. |
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