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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 e( P* h- J* j% X+ U. T% w4 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 @9 x# p; I+ ?3 A; \% x \5 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! ?3 }- q! F$ o" s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( \1 J) @7 x$ X1 j+ j7 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 Q" V9 D; I) R# s4 YHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 \8 u, t) c4 [. e
How you tried to set them free, 6 e" u$ i: |, S. l* o+ `; e1 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, a' E0 r) b) ^' S3 S) SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( a2 c- u$ @, G+ l/ _% J, a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " o5 m3 ^6 X+ C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: S: p b. |& ?: r+ J- w. |$ oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 S2 g& D' q% UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # q: O, O% w& N3 o$ C3 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 ^( c2 `7 T' b B4 e3 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) A# k% ]+ G7 j8 v
But I could have told you, Vincent, + B" {) L m* | Y# H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ f6 b6 G2 j. `2 i$ a! Y h' m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / b, x) I0 Y/ R2 Z/ c1 D4 o" q# M% v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % n1 e6 w1 n( P" t5 d1 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ W( P4 y( D7 S, QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# Q' E$ j, j, [, ~3 ?: R3 v6 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ X+ R0 z& |# U* F5 w+ M1 ZHow you tried to set them free,
% N) F. o& z- D7 D- r8 }They would not listen they're not listening still, ' H3 b4 s6 T9 M) j" r! q
Perhaps they never will. |
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