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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 H; V5 J+ @0 J% r8 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # ?1 q" X) m# O- K5 I! u5 ^, V2 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 ~+ H- e2 i ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . [) k k- L1 v9 R8 w" R* V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 ~0 ]3 R# ~0 F7 THow you suffered for you sanity,
% D2 h' U6 W6 m0 [8 ^5 AHow you tried to set them free,
0 o9 t2 H2 Z% S/ ]4 `! H) p1 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 x R/ {* d9 ]6 }$ n) xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . t5 ^& ]/ H- D3 }' |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 Q* n$ t, E1 z4 `' l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 J# h" m, h2 A2 ~8 \1 }- o: f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 f9 {4 M1 i) K& Y# R3 f; v# KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 s0 C, b+ ]8 C. }# bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 m9 A, ]1 t6 L+ ]) PBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 _2 h6 r3 j1 }. i8 L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" \% f3 Q4 L0 k: aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 F$ |; e: m5 T1 n0 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : y$ x. g2 a7 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, M- e( b' o5 k# J: J3 p, k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; [3 N6 h6 V6 n0 Q0 N0 W1 O
& W" C) U. ?$ X! x4 ]. ^& f" m: CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . ]# E1 i h4 [0 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,- I) Z3 k0 r, e; ]( G2 X, w+ m
How you tried to set them free, # e8 C U; u! ~& f: d# ]5 q
They would not listen they're not listening still, / _+ U( f, S# d8 i$ _1 D2 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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