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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 d; P' |" c- c5 q: `2 x4 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( Z! h6 Y, B' F- c YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 m1 I; e1 G9 C$ S2 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , }4 n. l8 v1 j" D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 O6 h+ R& B; E/ PHow you suffered for you sanity,
' p& y& h3 ?- O: Y9 h& T* z/ w+ UHow you tried to set them free,
4 W- W' N! g5 W( ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 G8 x2 E: ^2 g4 ^8 x2 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% }) s7 q9 B, m! M) Q7 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 Y+ u% v/ w% Q# w3 [4 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % D8 V0 l2 ]% ~; J3 B+ b# T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 T d# l% y! M O" e( O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 S" ~$ Z4 i! u; m2 G. R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, u2 P+ n8 l. @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - q9 N& R+ q C& ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 e/ f; t9 b2 {/ L+ A* M# M/ m3 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 Z2 a9 M5 s0 l4 x1 a9 B$ | JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, j) t& l+ e% b# C9 @' ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 k; H/ ]3 s' T) v/ w: IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + h% Z; _: c; K9 ?% _- I7 o' F
* _# [6 O. J6 P* t! v: \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 G" m9 q$ n$ oHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 U/ E Z8 `0 @# IHow you tried to set them free, 5 t0 @4 f \# F7 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) } h, H: F" u$ d+ N7 r, EPerhaps they never will. |
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