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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, c& f- w/ z' P( a, l: r7 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; g9 x& V9 h2 ]" y- q% P/ @ ]1 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ y/ x" \; k7 }# h" j& LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . C! H$ ?" l) a& B3 B2 p9 g! n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- G2 T. f- x' e
How you suffered for you sanity, , U0 V, g$ C5 t; o4 b
How you tried to set them free, ' P% z' ]3 M% n3 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 A6 S# G9 C v, iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! F' O: Y& p' C% _* k2 S6 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * P5 @: T& n8 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ M, T3 O# A0 T6 W( IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
i( O/ C, u6 A0 J& E* kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & @; l# g! j2 [% B! C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ Z: X4 I. F$ D2 C1 p# }But I could have told you, Vincent, , Y$ o7 }, S9 G/ S" h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; H5 K6 X @0 c" Z. |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; I2 }0 G& z0 c" S8 @# O, {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / l! S% [9 j, l& S5 W% H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . {" m1 }, ?3 h# R1 c$ [) k
The 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,
- F: m: q$ k/ V. g* W: g3 ?/ }4 QHow you suffered for you sanity,
( b& R2 o6 i C! N1 gHow you tried to set them free, / Y: i4 [" N' d6 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 z! A; [$ P3 e: sPerhaps they never will. |
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