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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 U9 Z4 H/ L1 ~; p& E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : y8 b$ m% O/ ]: R+ G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( ~3 P, V8 @- E1 S: i$ p! ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 q0 P s: o4 `, k2 n( J4 c$ g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 `: d1 V9 b$ K% j; p9 w+ _5 C
How you suffered for you sanity, - G _1 }2 Z" {
How you tried to set them free, 3 m: [& N3 X: G: E: d( ]2 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 T3 Z" M% O8 t+ o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 F7 Q7 U* r3 f* a, [/ l' ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: O' W" c8 _' N, t, `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
W) R( e6 U5 z' MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % [9 D7 d$ m( h5 W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 [" j, j5 q4 n$ ` oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % ?6 _- z2 j/ U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ l0 R% J9 D2 E" ^9 XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 ?8 B/ A8 z" M+ m! b, fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / n% f$ T; s+ h# K! Q* R9 r4 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ p% J4 b, J8 r6 ^$ M4 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: H% ]" I/ w6 [3 ~5 M& ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 H5 d: b$ G' p F) k; b3 ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 `$ t. Z/ ?, f
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ L3 \, I. n' M2 S3 F) MHow you tried to set them free,
: t# [" B9 E7 J( j1 B! eThey would not listen they're not listening still, : F+ E1 i2 F; p) P+ \6 v2 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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