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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; d7 k* w* Z) Y* w! B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 c" {* H" r& P; e; Z+ e pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' _3 ?. k" _% F3 I: J/ v$ Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 o4 h" e6 t c8 ?' g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 E2 |* q* R# F& Y7 S, F* A
How you suffered for you sanity,
- w8 _7 e( S" N. N% {& K. uHow you tried to set them free, . a- D+ E* w6 ?6 w) g( p8 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( \# r" ?4 E; iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 V8 O% W' g2 ~" ?" hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 h- W! e% L, k6 y& }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 ~0 w$ b! ]5 i3 y/ r4 H3 x( C- _' {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( S; a/ N6 V0 r, J H' j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ a! X# p, H" A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' h5 ?- O( V: j# QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ v4 r1 W! q( Q IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - ]3 ?7 m8 ^% R$ M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 i" v3 J; Z+ S2 X7 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
]" |! d, O0 c+ U- u4 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : e' G, X- ~1 D$ S! X Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 k/ {) y/ o0 b5 x7 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + Z9 a& l' ? }5 o' E7 ]& u4 O1 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
; R5 g1 [" Y$ w% \4 IHow you tried to set them free, & E, l9 |" \. ]. J5 X& W% C. O
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 e. f9 j/ j/ T3 \2 F3 P. z
Perhaps they never will. |
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