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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" ]# K9 P) s! a3 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 \& _' r+ V- m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 ~ _& o+ y5 j+ r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; B: {% Z7 S! c$ x; s' c' }! hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) l7 r# e1 W% i+ v. [' i
How you suffered for you sanity, - Y$ k' Y8 Z1 `1 l
How you tried to set them free, 9 |% ?5 g/ L/ F/ M( q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. W/ o, F, d% N: N7 y* b: rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! f# h" X1 {; z- y9 q! Q) vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 c; j9 {. v) ^: O- TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 W/ F8 B: Y- V5 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' y! D+ p+ @ t& PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! T9 y7 \6 r8 y2 y1 [( J+ i+ ^1 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ r* \7 E b) y( l* i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! H" j2 ?% T4 i! s, G8 u+ {
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 k: o! V0 p4 X) N2 q! V& Q* Y) f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 g/ q8 {5 {! x- o7 |% s5 q; qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) ?1 y$ |: G, H$ d7 e2 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 {$ n- j0 T2 I0 V# W5 E! N# E! {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - j B) e, ^8 r- F. ~0 i
% \1 x1 @% ]5 ~7 C6 ~9 ?7 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & [, q' g. h; V: |& ~. T9 l. c9 v
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 u: C1 b5 n$ u9 C/ d l6 j# `5 fHow you tried to set them free, 3 q6 n6 I9 W, e1 `
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 \, _- h* \7 Z8 m. l: y
Perhaps they never will. |
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