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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ c3 A) k& ?% v( A5 P" |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& h4 _% G0 w% v+ {- DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) d3 X# g: j+ G( h* f: i$ kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * e1 c: O) ~1 f, V" R1 h6 {. x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# d i, \' ]! e; UHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 ]7 ^, v$ W; v; Z/ F c6 H
How you tried to set them free,
" N. p, T( q& F' _- g4 H3 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ M- f8 E4 i' Y$ N% M5 v' Q$ W3 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( }2 t& \% \9 @0 ?4 f& PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- ?( a7 t5 t9 R/ A- zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 E; ~- J- v, {' A7 _$ Z& I) u W9 B/ M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 a( ^% t3 J/ r) E1 u- F9 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; d5 U5 m- r, ~$ D3 J+ l9 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 y2 z' ^4 U* W/ {3 U1 k5 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) i) U6 }! D+ i# fBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! ^$ }/ X/ M" F7 P, x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 n& [ ?' s3 i/ K2 R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 H! E# S% m% f4 v+ t7 n" |& UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " K7 S: t& a; G6 V4 p+ E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 c* R% z7 Z# ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / y$ }7 h d' h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. G3 c0 g# e% m, rHow you suffered for you sanity,: q( F' \; E( f( _" P2 ^0 A; b$ m
How you tried to set them free,
# B: R- j. V: W4 }/ f- m$ t6 {They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 R6 A6 z* e+ P: I1 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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