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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( t4 j7 G9 {8 z% d8 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, i" m, }, ?& j& k. ^& G, c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; |& x% U/ m7 m5 k y" _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 G! |2 O7 K* h7 i/ g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% F* N$ T# a9 O8 K. {* h1 cHow you suffered for you sanity, * R' f" a0 W) j0 C
How you tried to set them free, 5 T4 Y8 b0 P+ j; O+ Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 D9 s: b9 S( t3 O% o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % N! C k) Q6 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) [7 i" M o" k. |9 P: m2 t5 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# S" f- l% H6 V' b# S9 A- \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 K; f, I6 o* B( _9 n* S/ PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! e: v* r! L. z: z/ q# O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, Y$ S* ]* r0 l- j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ R8 t1 }$ n! b! |7 T5 GBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 X. z! j6 k6 y2 S8 T3 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) {# A% r# ~( E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " y) p$ g! K0 D% w; P- F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 m+ P. q/ V: t( _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ }2 B& W7 J( `5 g- uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 m" f8 u: H) N0 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : M2 o! f: [6 T }- k
How you suffered for you sanity," [! c. Z% [5 H4 ]' C
How you tried to set them free, 6 a" S: l1 j4 R9 ^. Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 f" A, N5 v! f; J8 U* ?0 Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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