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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; S) P! N! Z; i2 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; P7 {' d; K2 u/ F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 k! w# t Q. D% XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% T- w1 F5 ^) B1 D9 y# M/ s9 [5 wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
S& n! e# j" m( V# PHow you suffered for you sanity, ! t2 x( v# ~4 Q# w0 B8 _9 ~2 J& y
How you tried to set them free,
9 S3 n u1 @, H8 m* yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + @0 v* j# ~1 A! H; @- z% e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 _/ v3 _- p1 x4 H. ~- h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- e" W ^- v. r& u+ }* ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . B& f' I. V! {. h9 b* V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + n! d& g, u' d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 \. C8 O- X- Y7 ?' R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + Z9 E; i' B* g: }9 t4 G! S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ h W1 G, t4 ?& C2 YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! F7 ?. t( u5 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* @% s# _. `- ^1 w* qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . N2 i( J( Z" s5 N* i+ B3 z# V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # q/ q A) \9 y( [( J$ A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! w! P7 i: m) y6 t) h$ O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 l9 V4 Q8 K! o/ r# g7 z
7 a$ m5 ]$ t; I0 e$ a+ PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & l+ k) _9 V/ d9 }0 n: ]3 A2 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 b& Q: z# o! e5 E2 T1 M! bHow you tried to set them free, , E$ ?8 D0 K w* G: c7 o( ]/ ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 j8 G/ S) n4 xPerhaps they never will. |
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