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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' G5 q8 Y* V8 a7 a5 o: x/ z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 n# l5 U% D! I5 W" R" |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 B9 h; ^, ~9 b5 @$ r1 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 y6 K- e4 z9 B" O, @1 C9 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 `6 P* F1 C5 h: _# ]: c
How you suffered for you sanity,
. T& Z9 ?) `$ y7 uHow you tried to set them free,
. Z q; T& j) X3 T' L7 [. ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : `7 @8 ^2 W5 v( M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
K: b' a/ R& P! r6 |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # Q7 [( {) o" [0 A. o U3 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 g+ X* A: z F: [0 s8 L
Weathered 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, ( H& p4 ?6 m$ h9 w1 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# m- b% L: y/ |. ^0 y8 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 o; {+ k. E% \& w, MBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 Z5 n' j0 s) O" u. ^: F$ V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 y, Y6 M; x6 r( S9 L& uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
I( Y& k. y* J8 _- y6 S. m; ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, z1 D/ T7 z9 f8 {) N: NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 J1 t6 i$ j- X) qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" s9 s& j) }1 ~& N+ N0 @5 THow you suffered for you sanity,
3 ]" C$ B: R# t6 i' J! [How you tried to set them free, 9 }1 {# v" X; x- k
They would not listen they're not listening still, : U7 J# u; I4 P/ \2 {; H3 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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