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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( L9 z, T! ?8 }& a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, m! Q8 i6 }5 i* V7 [; RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, `( F3 i+ X/ |' j9 A" H' r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ \7 x; W3 X: q" LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 E# U" u& Q% s3 G/ I$ n$ K' h
How you suffered for you sanity,
; M4 z- G6 h" O! j! u8 DHow you tried to set them free, ! ?* T$ A& N! q! Z" d" H5 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! X& e5 M# w% G! m" @- r0 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 ^, u8 j" Y: T7 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; }" B0 k" h; H# |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 H( L5 o3 C. L+ ^8 Q& ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, b0 g( j/ z3 C; B) WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 p+ ~( Z; Q2 `2 `8 H, NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 o" U4 Z1 I: Q6 ^( M4 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 Z1 u# f. W! f& x! X, Q2 ~7 e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 i6 q0 _: Z0 I, ]8 ~; {+ i4 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 `3 H) _# O3 O- v4 G, g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , F* H1 q! j" z/ m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 a4 `9 g" t v* [ ?, KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ \ J" U7 J" VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 g0 Z$ ~' I8 ?
" h0 l- M/ `) ^; ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & ^& z7 Q0 `1 n) U
How you suffered for you sanity,
; x9 o: o, \* `; C: E1 iHow you tried to set them free, : v5 ~1 n2 ~) n* ^2 {. F
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 W0 ^6 P' R2 w. v4 `% D/ N. ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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