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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , W3 w" C' p: B; R" ?8 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + B3 h9 X8 K" n# X* v) k0 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- k2 I7 I. X2 y) ?/ F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 g9 W; ]7 m9 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
t; v2 w; a. a" W" `+ I4 hHow you suffered for you sanity, y! R4 q+ V8 W# [8 k( w
How you tried to set them free,
7 J6 g8 N5 a: B1 e5 c' h! MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. @, M+ m# s# y: R5 Q$ {7 S+ pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; w. g! f! a1 t, O2 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 n0 A% n/ d# H& h; lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) N. {" ]2 D. A, e4 i7 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 D) {6 ~: P# P( m
5 A6 H9 j3 |5 L- A* G* O3 `) d) R2 M4 l$ uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ a+ _" o7 J4 V8 `# L) M8 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" t; h2 Q4 C- \; `You took your life as lovers ofter do, H" r( T$ F$ y5 }& h
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 `, R+ i! t. K; u( b" G+ w& t) ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# f- J' N' U2 H; s4 @- eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' _& \- i$ @( n0 P- p/ ?3 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; d' `1 U& ]4 r6 F0 M. x/ o1 u8 O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 P2 ~4 ^) H; E. l, U. @. ?6 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : Z ^0 Y3 K- P. B) M5 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ n% N- p3 K# r; P- qHow you tried to set them free,
+ L' K# P! Z2 s& {- R- nThey would not listen they're not listening still, + q; M3 ?% M, `
Perhaps they never will. |
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