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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 S0 n1 P8 V$ R! W0 D _ m' t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: u. s1 }2 F$ U9 {2 I7 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 d1 E- K K& j2 E0 @5 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' B& I5 @1 @* k; Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 V+ P9 l' |: [
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 p. W1 E* z r/ U/ N s& cHow you tried to set them free, ! k! _0 e _" `1 y6 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
K6 g7 r4 k# `6 l% Q. B+ AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ C3 \/ z; F; s! B4 R" o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . X P- j, \, e& a: }7 e$ p B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" [& g& B% A" ?& ~# aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 \( a, _( d) ]2 \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- ~2 W/ R; Y: {% o+ \( m+ p8 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% m6 ?5 H" i# ~ jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 @' y8 a L. q! O3 z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 T% _. H2 S5 V1 ?! T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 f$ w6 ]2 N& k: z9 I$ P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 G! }3 E7 ^# Y9 ?3 z" ?3 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 F1 d: [# w, K9 L' }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 L9 ]" @& K& _3 C+ o' @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 U) w, v l/ ~& L5 H* U
% F$ j e6 F1 t" _; y7 S( HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% i- \. [& V$ w& J$ V6 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
% @. e; d; J- e2 ]0 PHow you tried to set them free, D8 M- K1 {6 f# N/ Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 ^0 m D$ U# a; k* bPerhaps they never will. |
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