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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ A: J, B% v. B% b/ ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, O3 S* u- h# R3 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 H1 i `4 r$ K* w, v6 E kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) K- H0 b v" D8 x' y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* b6 _% Z* R4 R: X7 x6 m3 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, , ^2 G1 M4 B/ a$ U4 o; r
How you tried to set them free, ! [) v. H, I% Y( Z- `' l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 ]1 I& J# U4 d4 Z1 L$ h7 S1 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% b; S/ y) C+ U3 ^8 A NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 ^* n/ T) t0 A% M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 N$ f6 q4 I7 Y( ]5 VWeathered 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, 3 s" ^2 Y) f. t9 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 v, c& z+ M$ D, bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) O, L: O" w/ w) Z8 q4 F+ r. m' u6 v
But I could have told you, Vincent, + E* [* J% w+ W6 L) X/ t0 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , K7 L) `+ D) p2 S4 f6 B5 h. i: H6 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 L% x6 G" W/ ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) `0 ?. s, q" u5 zThe 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,
6 O+ z8 v0 w% w* pHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ Y* F: T; G! S/ MHow you tried to set them free,
/ Z/ G! b4 k3 Q# ?) _8 [They would not listen they're not listening still, # B' I2 t' ?! n3 t' G* v
Perhaps they never will. |
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