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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 _2 e f; V$ Q5 l8 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 }, i& r8 ]/ ~$ J9 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& }6 F S9 |& t" |1 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / L% l `% @! U. W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& _$ m( c. j. J9 S% d! W, G2 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 a4 U V9 S$ J( WHow you tried to set them free, ' N9 C- Z; f. K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " Y0 e% `- [) j$ m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! p; u" b; l: A4 J* Y6 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' z- \4 S6 y) [0 ~7 Q6 w) _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, w* t2 ~. L1 |0 L% U( @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" U' D. } V% P( n# OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , l: A3 F5 G$ r) F* j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: |) F8 |4 \. X1 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: ^; ?7 Y3 O* M: F ~7 c8 p4 DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 o0 t8 | G! |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 h( i' z* m3 M' A% Y' ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' O: [' O" B- }5 P0 P; V$ tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " r6 A5 y2 a2 C1 F }/ e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 R, d" `, f( d; E: W
' q" e% U1 X8 l8 A4 m8 w: k! h. ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ Z% H% w9 v" P' bHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 Z/ J( F T* B. l6 a/ \How you tried to set them free, & Y4 w1 S. p! o" C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- J, ?* g6 A2 B" @- [& ~Perhaps they never will. |
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