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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 b' N- T6 S6 e5 Y% ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % {0 q8 }$ a5 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, g( U6 o. w% l! W$ q$ d/ n8 D3 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % p' M$ p6 I" m1 C5 H. m0 L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 B! O6 |. l9 Y) m0 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
" z$ I0 F: r/ y$ f2 k6 F+ CHow you tried to set them free,
# x w$ [. }) o6 b% l; P& w* U6 ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% o$ I: x$ m3 ?7 L* MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 m" ~, R* `: f0 U/ |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 F( q$ u2 H# V$ S3 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % L0 @/ b: h/ [" e. Y2 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' P3 R# \/ ]2 u, l/ m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 u, s/ ?: I E y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 M T* b3 [1 h: J/ n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & ^2 ~3 L4 z+ ]8 ?; }1 i3 [* d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* p. Z- _( y6 M8 I9 j) lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 p+ b9 l" A4 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' I5 T- T7 n$ H% h# [/ X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" d+ Y# L) K# Q x6 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + @0 E; _1 [. J% M; W% M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. K- H# D( L" jHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 K5 X: L, {9 I; ~2 NHow you tried to set them free, 3 {/ [" T: F S$ x" m5 V: O/ X! n
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 C. w! e0 a/ ~' y4 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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