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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 y/ }/ F2 ~0 [' M: }8 X) YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( _) E& P7 {" i& m+ N9 M; NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, y n( @. V& r0 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) e! J( v; o& x" d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 c0 N( F/ G2 ^7 |4 k" j
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 F8 b: N/ J/ o/ w. l
How you tried to set them free,
3 u" V2 R* R E6 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : r l U8 N( K- h3 x" m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 w% M, y3 s% l; V7 L! g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! n5 R. V1 ^9 n6 t: o* ?+ bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' Q- {2 U: K1 O$ ?" KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; D; k! Q0 F, j$ @6 k, }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& p! X1 G; U- i4 P; H! j4 y% i: D! HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & V K( c: p% Z. U7 k0 o6 U: P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ B- r3 s. Z' IBut I could have told you, Vincent, % o- J1 m8 t: {; d N. f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 T; L, }* U6 O7 U3 {" I& w1 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; p# I, X% |" {- w" V' W2 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% \4 k' [# b) s2 CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + l. J- Y/ T/ D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 k3 ]/ A" ?3 v2 Y S% G- U9 P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 d' H2 @; K* \0 b4 F, w2 JHow you suffered for you sanity,9 n' \5 d K1 O" I O9 s
How you tried to set them free,
0 U4 M6 k1 z8 XThey would not listen they're not listening still, - ? V, d/ Z0 ~0 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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