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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & J0 _8 i- s' h. E" d& I- b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 H3 t8 i& n8 C4 W- B; u0 K' TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 D( h9 p/ O1 a# OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 x0 w6 g0 R4 D7 p: s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% k* m8 c* r/ ]! KHow you suffered for you sanity,
- z6 A1 A5 y5 y$ @How you tried to set them free,
" K5 U" g3 E' Y* ~$ PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( ?. Z5 V: @- m9 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# O& T5 s0 m# T1 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 m* c4 w ~" C& A# s/ [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 @8 ?" ?" v) @& z" K7 R, E# [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 b' G" [3 C# A- G6 _. U9 h& UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 V: @3 `4 `. u3 v, T' z. mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % Q8 g% d# j9 T4 m* X4 C* V. h7 `
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; D9 _. V' d/ y/ T2 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, b( }% C4 L6 p7 Y! w$ H b5 g: ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 W6 J6 v, K Q! _; C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ^1 b i- Y: c/ z2 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( V+ H) [% h+ CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 A8 p0 E7 T9 l9 O* R6 q* P9 ^
/ [- N3 S. V' B6 {7 P0 k2 H' {1 W, n" JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , x9 [+ f+ B/ Q9 J+ K7 W
How you suffered for you sanity,
% G( u8 n5 B- ?/ YHow you tried to set them free, : Q9 R' P3 F; w5 Y1 T: o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 o1 `8 u+ ]( {; O% v" B# L9 M9 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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