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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( j6 N/ S* n& n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! k- C, E" Q% k+ U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 K, r7 E d4 f8 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + x6 D; H' v" s0 l/ a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% n- c! d! j7 ]
How you suffered for you sanity, & T/ g% b; g# x: p0 D9 q
How you tried to set them free, 5 d7 Z, v6 J. T$ E6 v% x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 Z$ I c+ q9 ~) z0 A, c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! y1 T+ _1 N c" Y8 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! \' o: B* U. o" X; p5 y, l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( g& X9 D, W( b5 \; K, oWeathered 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, . t9 ]6 _# g# d! N W; ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ R' W; `1 y. {. f0 W2 g5 X, RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, U2 j5 Q: b- EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) E7 a7 `* p/ s. gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 m, M8 E. @5 c& O- o0 d. wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 r9 f$ }6 N7 \+ f9 |; U2 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 j7 H) ]2 z+ u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ L( K$ y4 H5 t; Z" h# f% b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 p2 }/ y Y3 H, ^) zHow you suffered for you sanity,, B5 f* C! y. w0 x8 Z
How you tried to set them free,
+ n! u* ?6 {+ f, `, Z" V! mThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 u `) m+ ?( y; m) t
Perhaps they never will. |
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