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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 w# e4 |& ]9 i. i# X0 F O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / B# ~! ~- n5 }" ]' b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 S' S- S) q# g6 _$ WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ v' [3 Z0 N+ R" [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 _# w& P d& F/ U
How you suffered for you sanity, & j5 x _& T3 M4 g* G
How you tried to set them free, ! D0 n v' G) w1 g3 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) E6 c& x1 b8 |9 d7 Q" d/ F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( N! h; S7 y' p" }2 D0 s e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : H8 N" g: y% B. Y8 p/ Q* B! g, N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 k! z; S& B+ P4 k- Z0 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) A5 m ^5 n# |" v9 `& l) ?3 w V1 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 L# j7 A! P# i: I5 iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - r( L8 v# \" @8 ]0 _/ Z9 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 I+ f. p5 ?! q4 G1 s5 x: @But I could have told you, Vincent, + L- V: B; D& \+ o+ E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; S( C$ m4 N2 O" p$ S% p' |
) D2 E; E' [. N1 w# f4 n( R) XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , _1 g9 w$ Y3 W# h; f2 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % d5 P/ c: H K0 R1 n7 N* `8 M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : G5 P7 |6 q x7 e7 e8 K; |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; |+ F- R/ n/ R u/ ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - l3 k7 G* w1 `, ^8 X, p
How you suffered for you sanity,
, a( ?' v7 U4 pHow you tried to set them free,
# t$ p. _" s6 sThey would not listen they're not listening still, % ]4 k: k2 A$ H- e8 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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