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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 y7 _3 g3 q- P: n" y2 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* X* ~$ T: q/ U9 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," S3 N9 ^" \: E1 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # q" U* T8 O0 y- J' i6 Q& D' G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 m3 N1 ~4 o" d0 x7 B( C' Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 x, C/ s% _% A5 G; FHow you tried to set them free, / H" W9 C9 G! X. f5 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ i! E6 D) f, o6 a! ?& ~4 ~0 W( ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 W, F5 R7 c2 N' W0 F% G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 k" ~/ T5 p+ @0 K6 E2 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 _/ X3 L+ f( T( S" DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 j5 b/ ~; B2 S6 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- m" t: e1 p7 F# C$ E* s9 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 n) f! P# a/ w+ B7 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . H. e& Z9 U0 b7 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 h: E: e) P; V% z8 D! TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! f1 z& f& C7 t$ `; P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) S1 l4 u0 @! R4 O3 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 Y) g0 T' O) K3 J7 y, ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# l% A+ o& p2 r y; _; O% KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 @9 Z) A' V! [3 z% G
6 [3 Q t: I* _6 j3 H! pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! ?$ W, {( o% a$ i; q
How you suffered for you sanity,2 N8 f0 X t+ V& t) ~
How you tried to set them free,
; D- V* U* S! `They would not listen they're not listening still,
. _, j2 m3 ?8 s* K/ lPerhaps they never will. |
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