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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . h7 l; f' G9 x$ c, V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 T5 H( X. B; E1 ^0 I& ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% F. p1 b$ }3 `! D4 T- e) OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 b2 J" z0 q1 q# \; E+ q5 @: P! ^ _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 S Q a( f y2 ^9 P* }How you suffered for you sanity,
7 e' S4 `1 ]; t. u7 C: q7 [How you tried to set them free,
" V/ X! i7 ?4 y% d! w t* ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, T* l: M9 s! P$ UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " d* \) r/ O4 ~) C* E9 c' z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) p* i+ I' S3 E% F& \: S3 XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 I5 e: ]- A( ]2 ?; j# @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 ]* E0 ]' v1 B2 [0 _, C6 J6 R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " j M- k; q+ n3 V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 c5 d& P& D) W6 P' Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % `0 K' p9 S. [5 f9 s# D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; D1 J$ F3 S+ o ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 }8 i7 C" j8 v3 |! X" t' f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 j# f! `! p6 [2 s: BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 s* A7 O6 m. C8 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 Z* |% ^$ l% \# T
- _% b8 u/ j) ~. hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& D3 T6 M9 Y$ i1 d8 ^How you suffered for you sanity,. S2 T5 v. W1 u0 _3 R) p0 V( \& w% \* {
How you tried to set them free, / w j2 k. @. O8 p/ g9 L
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ v0 F, f6 p% o- d$ k ]4 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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