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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : j% ^# E: ?, r: n7 M+ C) b( T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 f8 U) I1 W% K* L* k- m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& Y' o4 e; G. C% f- X' @2 c- q1 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 H1 ^' N0 I y. `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 j0 d+ k2 V r. d+ M0 O1 }
How you suffered for you sanity, * v/ g2 p& j! o+ g6 ]
How you tried to set them free, 0 V% o0 L2 p1 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , K+ v. b/ C; G9 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' ~4 p/ W6 c9 L1 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' V2 b! p4 ~6 f( ?4 L2 h- b* NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. \$ R" ^7 M* a9 ]. oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' p0 H$ s& l* b1 I1 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " P- `' { W, g: ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 D2 z0 ^$ g) [" ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) l0 s" C. D( L7 KBut I could have told you, Vincent, " j9 M8 b; E" b1 J7 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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f$ @6 m: X9 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " P b; t+ g& F1 V* ]- M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
` f+ _1 y( d i( y8 A! VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 i- Z( |5 U+ O4 Q/ b+ h$ C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % \' {+ `% Z; a) X3 Y, s5 T
# x) l% J9 q% @& w$ MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 M; m3 g/ x: a6 L9 A% K% Q/ ^ U, CHow you suffered for you sanity,: \ E' D. h( Q- f
How you tried to set them free, * l3 w4 j+ H3 d' Y" F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. x' O. l& d1 DPerhaps they never will. |
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