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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 _" ]7 e9 k/ o* f+ W7 |- S% j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, F& T" w0 S! G) n( _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 M4 }& ]4 P2 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" U! Q' R+ A: t5 ~9 H; ]9 G# fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 f7 C1 d6 r% P+ ?( B6 l$ p/ nHow you suffered for you sanity, ! d( [; c" M: e7 o. m
How you tried to set them free, ; k; g3 d" r6 @9 a- M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 C6 n0 n! F/ r$ m# @% ]) bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 Y p! S! G9 @$ T; H9 y) p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& J+ Q3 K7 ^# @' F! j$ x6 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; i" G) e$ m! r/ [0 D% J3 {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 [1 M$ A; C7 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . s. w+ h1 S$ G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 R& a0 y1 M2 v V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% W2 ~6 b( Y: Y+ fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# f+ h' [9 Y, r! L$ f% OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 t1 U0 H* l( G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 y8 O; J8 @' Z9 H" m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 M" Y% u6 h% h @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + { O- K* p; z% u, q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 w) F( `% P6 G3 s: iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - o' D! y/ P* ~; L' v8 l/ e
How you suffered for you sanity,+ Z1 K7 l L1 q/ _
How you tried to set them free,
% h/ w3 X2 T2 A0 O9 UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 ~4 U) A, C6 u. m2 }; E( n9 \Perhaps they never will. |
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