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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 g) {, k2 ~( |" x; E5 y5 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , u G' M$ ^ W+ G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 p+ B8 p; ?" u. e" n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ u$ l, o- l9 Y7 V4 a, \" ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,! l0 g& Z$ K+ {
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 P" n4 J( d3 @0 p f) @: L
How you tried to set them free, " u8 X" l p7 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! J( ?! l* O: L# l5 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# r5 v0 P- y: Y* r- B2 S: RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 `" B# c1 I# t, u6 ?! S* @( q1 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) ] f; P' y/ j8 J6 {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , Y3 h8 C3 J9 A& q; o: t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. G; Y* p1 O# u7 f. wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 ]/ x [( C ]$ s3 `0 \' ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 Z3 X. J q9 C$ T* U
But I could have told you, Vincent, + \& c0 G+ J7 q0 G, {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ r5 J6 x# a' s; @; p% {4 C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 p: T9 F: L6 Q$ x0 [/ ]% ^' j! xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 @2 e1 t4 B! V% X* ] c3 B# b" h2 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & i+ H6 a0 x9 X* i0 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 p3 G6 \3 q: U2 A- M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( b# o- H3 i! V' M: G( AHow you suffered for you sanity,
% z2 f) E# C4 w* @How you tried to set them free, 4 ^% P6 ?) W( D& f' I
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ w+ \6 W( ?2 r! ~" m& @% t
Perhaps they never will. |
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