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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 _8 t: L" h& ]) b! K, {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& E: c$ J5 m0 {% |0 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 d- m! A+ r* o, a, h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) t$ i+ r- {5 F9 N, u @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 `* n6 W' y8 W7 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 [; @) s# C( u# }) h& s8 W& MHow you tried to set them free, & p/ }) ]0 H5 P' C( H& K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 v2 z" j2 V( l, C. N$ M: L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: ~$ n: @6 L8 E; t& j+ a+ LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( P* ~, x) _0 ]/ T! K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) y- ]* @3 N2 h2 N/ 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 s5 [# @$ {: WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 F' z2 P# w Q/ z/ X' g8 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 q o/ g2 w5 k
But I could have told you, Vincent, , z/ D5 n: z# c+ Y8 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, }/ ^3 U9 H, Y6 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ c/ h8 U3 e9 Y$ BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, z* `5 U6 F2 V# a( u: P- MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 \- n: W+ B* R( P) o5 h, E$ |5 R
9 m9 q6 Y( `4 yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : P- E. I# }# U% H. R6 h6 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
) O6 u8 k* I/ y/ K4 g. `0 wHow you tried to set them free, + c. c% y. e' R0 q
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ E; z+ z! g; C- N5 F. ]8 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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