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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 A. k- r& O/ b' Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 I5 N. t' U% w/ m8 ^5 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ P8 _$ s3 L3 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # j1 o* X" M) \8 Q9 U( T% N- _ f3 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* O1 I) E6 U, I* U% cHow you suffered for you sanity,
* P1 i8 g+ H7 k( s' L' IHow you tried to set them free,
6 n- Y Y' I# k+ W z/ iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 @- H( Z8 m2 w! e# }" f! zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 _# X2 ]- Y4 A3 q% X# ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( F3 Y& |! c& A) D5 h: J' }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - x* n+ v; M$ b/ Y! @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* ^( N% O) A+ X3 ~0 q. ]8 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ e5 U( [/ }, Y& e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * t1 v" O6 D% v: z' {) H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ s. h X1 f* v5 H2 p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# i- Z5 x7 D4 r/ {# o, I; Q( E' rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : l9 {& S5 V. T* h7 m0 |8 o0 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " \, ?( J& A+ Q6 _1 }; N5 J a* `' }+ a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ \$ m. t& y0 L, j1 }, T% d- q/ x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: j5 G5 d% ?7 n; I4 `; q3 d! XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 j- U& B& }0 sHow you suffered for you sanity,, c% x' }2 c1 {0 Z" `
How you tried to set them free,
9 s$ ~- M( ? S5 z1 z$ @) F% Z) V/ GThey would not listen they're not listening still, + H0 y; [$ ]* d! H; i9 U f& z
Perhaps they never will. |
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