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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + |6 H# f2 ?/ m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( ^4 m4 O* ^+ W" `6 v$ M3 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 W+ F: G& u. ] b/ y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 Q7 O2 d: E+ e; b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' W8 N2 c: y& Q9 G% R' A% {( j( }
How you suffered for you sanity, ' g7 P7 f. s0 P/ H
How you tried to set them free,
( M1 L9 k- o1 }$ g8 r7 D& NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: J' r: L6 a! d9 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 W, S* [# s/ @% z) ^* M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) T3 k1 }* x' C, u0 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 N7 D! F" P% X6 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 D; y2 R% r1 N; A' o4 |8 `; c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # T! w, R; C3 a( N3 h* ~ R ?& A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 e; B$ Z- l4 a) q# r" O2 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , \2 R; R H( \/ @9 }: G+ a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) q* A" f2 R: x$ U \! wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. e/ S7 `* }# z/ ]- c# A5 P* T; I
% I+ E5 N/ H# j8 c' aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 F2 m j m7 b- [) F2 ^' x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! {. `2 y+ G% _# y: q/ Z1 ~! L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 e" V- w3 l, R. A* y- y5 v/ X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 Q& x6 p$ c' @2 ~& y& \* jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ \+ m/ h3 c; {9 e- @# OHow you suffered for you sanity,
; d4 R, e7 X% b- T5 kHow you tried to set them free,
" v' s; q3 ^ C8 X: v- [They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ u7 ]0 f1 ? RPerhaps they never will. |
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