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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( r7 V ?. `# S0 z8 I" P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, g- S* B# F) q* g, f# |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! I" i- c( Q5 r5 r# s* z7 e: H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; R3 I" y! r- V9 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% @0 [3 ?9 i/ S5 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ n' |2 ?* G5 H& hHow you tried to set them free, 2 i' O$ y/ H$ V: v' l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : w, C) ^7 u7 [2 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, b( v2 v$ m4 [. `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# T8 e4 X. v/ e) NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' J# M9 d6 z8 W. M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 @+ g) N" e- J3 G# H; H# F" j7 O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 ?- n6 V3 k7 l1 F' uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* z3 h W6 {! SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 j r" Q q% N5 Y) ~) iBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) c! O* f1 | u+ @1 E8 b( c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( `6 r5 t$ _% f3 ]2 p* [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , u! q* T8 A4 y8 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 C, T" c" u, @ o C" H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 j; D# z+ W0 W& G) {& P6 K2 W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 r' e* Z! v2 o. J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 M" F% R: ~1 E* e: S
How you suffered for you sanity,: }( D7 v/ ^* W4 i/ z
How you tried to set them free, ! C5 I% n2 o) X' X$ \
They would not listen they're not listening still, . a9 A- e+ i5 M3 }- o
Perhaps they never will. |
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