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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ e: ^) }3 |) u7 f7 `; a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 v6 `6 M, p$ D, Q* u" YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! q/ n' t3 `/ Q3 O& r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & u: G/ K4 ]& F6 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* c( c! Q" L1 p( K
How you suffered for you sanity,
# s) B! O1 \7 Z! {, C- o' PHow you tried to set them free,
2 C! J" U* o" IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) L6 j) l% |( P) S- e! w* TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( d3 _) K/ i% @& H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! @$ W) \- W6 ]( [" x' J9 D: ?0 m# |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 V6 O0 E6 K' c3 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + E/ a# I) y4 ?) U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) E3 I1 P0 z! G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 E3 c0 l) q) p" S& X% P. FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 s/ z4 _; @4 \. ^/ Q( l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
I0 ~' y" m; oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 Q# O: J# m7 y9 d% D9 F% c7 U7 }6 g' jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & _% b0 c* S$ k7 t4 |4 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! M% a/ F1 s) q! u( X7 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
I( u7 j& e& EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' \. J1 L1 q9 d9 {
( k. G$ w. E3 O+ b5 [2 C/ KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# ~( x' T: p& E# W/ UHow you suffered for you sanity,& P$ N _: y5 y5 H+ C$ m4 I, b
How you tried to set them free, D2 C1 c$ R6 Q; l- |: [
They would not listen they're not listening still, : ?: ?* R9 p7 O b
Perhaps they never will. |
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