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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + h, F3 W/ ]# |, e% Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . R4 ?* z9 w) S( f" H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; z, Z1 ?$ ]6 Q1 P- ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : i- r# K" M3 t+ \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 `* p: |" B4 a/ @0 S% o) y
How you suffered for you sanity,
- `$ y. T' y) `! N0 ^How you tried to set them free,
9 P6 R* G5 a: |9 c" SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " k! W3 X( \4 ~& ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " t& ^2 {; p* @& z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, w: L7 `6 W9 @: MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : a+ s1 {* ~' w
Weathered 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,
" T4 R1 s% s8 T. c5 n3 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* C, }% D C$ WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& m$ f4 ?* r% tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* r, o( x0 U# f6 b9 m+ n/ rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . _3 a8 m; r( b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 @+ x! p2 B$ w. k S, F. i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 Q. q* y: Q% ^/ |4 z& m) [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; T/ _6 R, Z- M: A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / N0 N# n' q5 S6 B9 s
3 F0 F0 w% K6 t) Q) f" z/ J# M5 X2 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & k; P2 ^) o! h* s( j$ a# R! ?$ \
How you suffered for you sanity,! I7 K0 E3 ]- j4 z' d
How you tried to set them free, ( ]8 ~# U& }: ?3 t7 I' B$ H, x5 L
They would not listen they're not listening still, " f4 R8 V! i2 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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