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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : U1 L5 W! u+ j# u5 {, r: e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: W( T% g6 O: ^& v5 o5 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 F7 e* I. {; m9 O9 V( F- b6 Y; d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) B: ^' i$ [: K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 Z( r4 @9 w1 K6 `
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 s& e: A) n- D# l9 v
How you tried to set them free,
8 x) b5 E M4 W* ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 q" R+ q* W0 p, ?7 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! v! j4 B" ~- O; V8 K" V) R+ gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, Q% W2 R+ v7 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 g# f0 E+ I8 x% J( U9 b+ D. V. OWeathered 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, 6 _# s( ?3 v, }8 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" O1 m: V8 O9 J! x) C( L/ zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / u" z: l$ m3 U8 v/ s5 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, + p. W- x5 @) ]) K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; @; ~7 n6 Y J! r: |# R4 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! D- b- S: V, t$ O! Z7 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( I: O+ p* h, l" N' X" W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- j, p- f% o! `* f; h+ y: T0 p: aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , l: _6 }1 _( K! g9 g+ [ p6 V: y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 E$ T% D# {& w
How you suffered for you sanity,1 c: P- d* Z$ V
How you tried to set them free, / u7 f0 z' @( J! H$ `: A* m/ {
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 a4 j" D$ D7 S4 ]9 I4 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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