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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! V) [7 n$ n/ c3 C9 W# VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - q7 u- C) ^2 P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; ^- g- f i5 }' c; }& `& R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , _) @9 ?" G4 w+ ?) X! G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% B( [3 L# c! ]; p1 p9 S" ~How you suffered for you sanity, ) A. h! @4 m2 h8 i
How you tried to set them free, 6 m8 l# v4 }4 N2 N1 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & q/ }' C$ N C, D$ I3 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; M5 [0 V' j' J" P" O9 p* |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : `) Z* E* F: Q# H' Z( S6 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % I6 |; g+ v( D7 M# A& F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 E( C4 b, I1 ?* x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + g; F0 s& M' u7 D% P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; H% Z- \+ D( d6 P: u6 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 S+ J, S5 f( D: m7 d4 U. M1 V$ n" K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ C0 D5 m, d% C7 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- a5 h1 T% V) m" I$ d: c9 e5 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - T: W: Z L) G/ v' C8 a9 p) [' m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 F2 v$ X4 _. o% C! A5 [) Z9 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & K0 V" h; ]) Y( h# _: y- Y9 n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. A/ l% A# y Z' D" V+ g3 E
( O% h$ N9 a/ T5 v6 [+ xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 c5 q1 @! M0 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
- u' T) V) _ U: m$ PHow you tried to set them free,
' H, X! {" a, ?' d# n. DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' Z, K. F( K' u' e# c4 X9 F: m) iPerhaps they never will. |
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