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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 A4 C. T5 i* t" Z9 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; ?4 d( ~3 }0 j0 c+ [- e% Q& |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- J, U, l7 q$ a% ]3 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; O' V$ w9 |) S) {5 L' A5 P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( N5 [) o7 W% e3 ^/ _
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 y& D0 `. ^2 @$ pHow you tried to set them free, . r8 ^6 H0 J% S ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( s6 h& N1 ]3 o e, @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' u; q# y0 K& bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, t6 U: ^3 }$ j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, `& e* h: |; ~# [$ q5 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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P! c, n( _. Z2 V `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ B9 X% I3 T/ ^* E( N/ B% E$ p% c/ k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . T- M; i1 |3 _ F" ]/ I0 X" s. V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 n0 U; g( a/ g) x, L0 p) `' O1 l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 Y" L/ g/ [2 \6 L9 \/ {6 T+ oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 c+ ]" c9 T# k, f& WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % s9 x. ] a! ^" B1 N( v& g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / T8 t/ [$ e- T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; x3 f$ f5 A/ W$ u5 c3 }' e% ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ k! r4 Q J8 E9 `; R' pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ I% r0 R+ _1 F8 M0 {( k2 \! VHow you suffered for you sanity,6 ^2 b% _* ~" F
How you tried to set them free,
$ h/ }. k+ R2 G& e% x* P* E1 EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ D, ~/ x$ Q$ }( _) z$ q0 S, GPerhaps they never will. |
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