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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; s" I7 ?3 M# I k5 @% C( p6 J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. T. C8 |2 f0 i* j1 w* X1 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 }3 O; y" }5 _# {1 _/ E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) {, D; O6 \5 k2 H* YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 \7 J) E- u; J/ _- \& x$ B
How you suffered for you sanity,
% G' d! ? _- n# FHow you tried to set them free, ; m4 u- m4 L% b( v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' y. O4 n- G4 o# N$ @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 C8 n7 y ?: O/ uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( {% K3 R- E3 G$ j; E0 S8 p' X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ ~0 }" C) f8 w/ m& WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" U% A8 f$ W$ r, D! T1 l! IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 v/ o7 H6 c% O) y' X1 Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
y' t: O& y. [, j$ q6 l$ sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, x! X2 U) J" B0 D) }
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 R' M! R& E/ G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 O5 C! U0 s/ b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' n/ [, |9 _' g5 M4 s! j$ L, e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 r5 Q4 l1 q0 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ k- z6 r9 I# ~6 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" l; [& i5 s e+ _, B& o' MHow you suffered for you sanity,; l3 ^. _. a/ X; z8 E1 @$ O; w* ^
How you tried to set them free,
8 M* G, t! ?+ V# D3 C1 [! sThey would not listen they're not listening still, / g! Q9 t. F ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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