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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, o7 N* W( j) Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 O5 _+ B8 ^1 W$ m9 l: x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) J0 t* g! b; L7 O! R$ ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , J4 i) @( Y/ }1 n; D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 j! N+ H/ M6 s' _: j3 KHow you suffered for you sanity, ) b' A& @9 I* J# n7 |, @3 E5 e
How you tried to set them free, 0 D2 y: X) {5 r% }9 c7 j! q* L- ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 ^7 \3 ?. e. S; uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 t% }8 p \3 l0 O! T- i4 H" pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - v+ j/ r- @* l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; F: M4 D) w+ k) b0 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, P$ U0 E$ k0 [* P5 a! e1 u2 ^- r( fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 T, F' R: S2 _/ U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # C0 p3 B0 a) j2 D1 [5 ]1 U- h& t/ H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % ^% ?! t/ t9 S& P1 ^+ C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& n' N) q# w" H$ KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 U) B# d( K; ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- g# V" r4 y$ x v. u* ^# `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - y" X) f9 U, S( p# g1 _) j0 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- b$ K6 F8 c: s: x" TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ Y; Q5 ^" E" T. p1 @1 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! @: T) b8 t' u* ~" r/ ?How you suffered for you sanity,# N$ r6 ?6 d! F( o
How you tried to set them free,
Z; g% Q6 S# C* {5 bThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 [ a2 {4 c# F6 I% }
Perhaps they never will. |
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