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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. u; d, |( [7 g6 Q9 {2 N6 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - r5 u9 z" F* _5 {2 }% Q# F/ i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- {* Y5 W/ e* P3 A. a" M- l$ LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , k! R( m/ x& v/ O& I1 U1 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ A0 `5 J8 F' H* S5 R
How you suffered for you sanity, + T' h% p H2 S. l! ?
How you tried to set them free, 6 P1 }. R6 m; Z# y5 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # b/ N( o- y- @$ I. Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + N# D& A4 P1 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: t7 R+ H- U, d5 H, E7 G" d9 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - n7 z* b) E- W1 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . x8 p/ a% y. V. K, i. ~3 e; A/ B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( | u4 x7 ]# F* ]- n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 ], u; M# y, d# hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 X* F; C+ d e% x" DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ u& [: ?- H# s: ?4 B" ^1 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 i5 `- O1 O* s9 m; J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , l4 E2 s+ V/ R; B. O+ j( ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 ]: R. o' Q0 f0 d! dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' f5 S" s/ [* T% C: z4 G3 H q* ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; P5 Y3 E1 s8 ^
' Q" \9 b. H3 ^5 Y9 `# J% B INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 `5 ~* M# n1 O; x# F; ?: S5 L
How you suffered for you sanity,
% B I0 c2 k9 P0 ~8 F2 ~7 FHow you tried to set them free, . b6 F' Y7 ]% b; V% W6 l2 [
They would not listen they're not listening still, * p3 a2 y* m5 t! Z6 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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