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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - s" k+ `3 w% s5 V/ F/ d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 W. f W+ `8 W' _- t; lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: T8 k6 i' b2 | d, kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 a- k; ~4 l- l9 C/ h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: e* r( D, j/ o2 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
! G2 W9 F+ @7 n/ C. }/ }+ XHow you tried to set them free,
/ C! E; i* R* m* EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' c c+ Z, \. C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) ?3 t% e2 @$ Z: o9 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! V0 ^ | O5 h& w* cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 l% r# z( Y* H3 c% h; u! ~7 yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 b) A( X, i8 @# }8 y3 f7 j+ u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # Z$ }" g4 N" N6 |& a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # M3 K3 i* i" B& _! l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + Y8 d+ I" i+ B0 r6 b4 n
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' L0 @9 W) L9 \. Q7 f0 n9 \, z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; K9 V4 L5 f g1 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 W% b# C$ \. d Q' g; U: m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: R+ Q) k1 A, T; OThe 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, 2 @4 ~, H0 J: R' [
How you suffered for you sanity,8 J9 V) w2 C; w: }
How you tried to set them free, ; e& B) J; M- w7 f& X5 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, : u! }' p, n6 n' g& z+ }$ s* ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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