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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 [. j+ M; ]" z" P$ P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , x9 {+ a# _9 t1 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," n; y7 F- M; k* z# K! n! Y1 H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ h; \( J5 i7 g$ }9 dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ ^% \; T- Z+ c' y8 S5 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
, S2 F4 A" j, tHow you tried to set them free,
) g' `4 Y: B9 R NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - C1 l/ u( c" B, Y, b6 V" W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# m! W4 P5 b- X; cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # @2 G5 e/ o' R$ K# @4 B, {( e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# p; q; V) w1 O% ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- ?- F# F2 B, D% j2 kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: A% |, K `& E* U6 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % E* A' Q7 o' O' q( K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, \1 X) E! z/ D6 ] |' S1 h. J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* J- b u+ S" iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, m/ q% M m" k9 N6 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . W8 u$ N! n5 a( D9 v* n' K# ]' h" _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- m% ]/ B8 x- ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) l$ K# I3 Y: r4 M+ n+ M% }6 k5 L. LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 I) J3 h$ f9 \5 O* ^: f1 }2 ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- x) m. H7 ~: ^" T- l7 ZHow you suffered for you sanity," l) J8 `) M6 B2 Q, I
How you tried to set them free, 7 y8 [% \4 F# ]: N
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 e8 D2 G. f( S3 ]/ v% n/ S
Perhaps they never will. |
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