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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & r3 u% [9 m* F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " Q! @+ q, _5 S- E: f: ], N/ q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 \' ?% s# w! ^$ s! Q% G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + ]8 Q7 t q/ Z# c8 F( N& e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- K2 X2 l2 d7 Y- o* K" _
How you suffered for you sanity, ! |" U, g7 F4 l: P* U4 ~
How you tried to set them free, # ~5 d+ w/ d9 w' M+ k& _ K7 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 S& n% G4 R& o; B0 U8 ^8 x" `9 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / h7 t( M; M4 f; q& _' X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " y2 r/ T. f; `5 s) s) ]* V2 W7 m0 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ l8 L' ]( k- z3 p' HWeathered 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,
6 |0 y" W% S$ C$ DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 Z! K- B [) M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- F0 Z! y" p1 W2 V- q, T, ]( {But I could have told you, Vincent,
* v8 C {' L3 h. u* d6 A; Q1 c! kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 W, g! P( b* G9 w7 l, Z0 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- ]: O$ e+ \- F3 w$ RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ ?1 l. C" h* K b, s& W0 o% `. s
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,
5 i3 t8 s( [: r8 p, Z. w. qHow you suffered for you sanity,1 E, w1 p, B- h$ V4 k- q( z
How you tried to set them free,
6 A9 f+ B/ S; v) D5 k: vThey would not listen they're not listening still, # I6 k. v4 I$ e2 ^# s, X
Perhaps they never will. |
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