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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % g5 F9 s- ~0 x5 b) o Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - r& U9 O" k7 M; w! n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 ?+ u) G4 [) J( r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . f1 h- T) P$ O; ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 ?6 L8 W4 u) c1 u( QHow you suffered for you sanity, - N7 I/ T- m2 X8 _( z
How you tried to set them free, / v$ m; w8 y% @9 F5 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! ^" E9 a3 e- o9 A2 c% r' M) s! @0 I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; ^8 K: A" Q p6 ?" D, H z$ pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% P/ V, h& S+ S, r( J# lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' Z( [1 |) [" `3 l3 ^: J: |0 \. d1 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" s; G, Y5 x7 \# \4 e. ~; JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, K0 t0 T9 S# c dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 w1 ?6 N/ ^+ l7 m$ zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 h. Q: E/ X* f! y1 R EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 @( i1 Q: S# i% a4 W8 \' EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , n" e0 q2 H8 x0 `3 T% i# H6 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , p; P) @$ j, l* K W, ?& X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# V8 E& X# P+ U, sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; L c( m. m: O1 MHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ X9 d" R- N" [; ]9 BHow you tried to set them free, ; q# Q! v% @% K4 c- I& [
They would not listen they're not listening still, " P* o1 o$ y2 J3 x% W P
Perhaps they never will. |
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