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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - t# W% L4 E! Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 t" W8 G+ T5 c( V, g6 K; Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. v2 w. j! o" y/ U# TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; B+ e' H# @+ @3 S2 i$ xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ j. P8 @& n$ G, S0 [
How you suffered for you sanity, " {7 n* b1 \4 K# U
How you tried to set them free,
- J7 T( n7 j1 W9 x5 t% IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 D" I& E; a. j, o4 W0 f/ Z3 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 {- R# p4 h3 p" w7 \) e' \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% M2 {; g: ?' a& [" tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . |0 n, c# J$ R/ V0 y6 J
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,
9 n8 p. o! W' }/ |$ K- Z& S( `* sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( F- q- p* n9 V3 }0 L8 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ M# I8 [5 ?6 k, s! tBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 p o. q0 t# Y' C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- Q2 b) f6 ^6 w7 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 b% \2 P/ ^# _7 t E' [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + z2 l5 p# ]( t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * U" A) d. `3 _% N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 v+ W) d5 P3 @; m' W7 F- X2 F2 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
" c O) J. J! }% C( c' c. IHow you tried to set them free, ( C3 S2 M3 C( N3 K& V8 W3 s
They would not listen they're not listening still, - s& H/ J4 V; t# s- D$ v1 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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