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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 a( ?, z, M/ {$ U8 P+ M( T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 n4 O: L( p4 m' cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' D* Y" H) V0 U/ I) j; i- HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# Z: I' P3 l7 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 ~! j7 \6 i; m/ G4 lHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 W# {9 {8 `* a# L A
How you tried to set them free, ; O) s% b( H7 r( Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 b" v4 a8 X; W% |' d1 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 g) Y: N1 d; L3 P* v* m+ i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 b0 n+ e+ H0 H7 R- A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 x4 V6 X# z8 C7 QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * l) z0 V; C8 N$ D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 V ?7 z" ]6 m" H& D8 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; ~3 S2 G: n H9 G: R) w, GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* k, U9 {- d: N5 Z( p% PBut I could have told you, Vincent, # H# P& b7 _, t! {, y- {, t* i1 ] w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 n$ T( X7 M @6 `' G e2 V8 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. m4 `( r1 d/ @; T: d4 Y' |0 z5 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' c. H2 U: R5 }. b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & b K' k" N" e8 Y9 n& H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 F T2 M& b( i3 ^
! B0 @% l' G6 F" ^! D) j9 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 c7 s/ D8 C. H: v; P3 b, v5 B
How you suffered for you sanity,/ W& Z! G! {5 F8 J" t
How you tried to set them free,
! C9 y1 M% E0 k7 F, [2 Y/ b' `% x2 JThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 }9 Y' [7 W) ?5 ^ y$ C
Perhaps they never will. |
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