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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 I9 j+ Y" h) b/ E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 l1 {8 {. N4 ~# E! L+ k1 r n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( K4 E! n" J& Z, C9 A% y) ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # j0 |1 d# f( Q6 ?6 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! p: p3 D6 k# K1 p. M
How you suffered for you sanity,
, |3 |7 y6 ~( O8 f7 P2 `How you tried to set them free,
) m! j) A" |- a9 D/ S$ r7 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 F) l. l: Q0 n- MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- T2 W! }1 {' H' jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, j) z3 ]& P# ]* z2 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % u# L T6 t/ z 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,
$ k* B# P9 f y- fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. f9 e% h, J+ P$ Z; @# ?* K$ h. g# ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) a$ Z* U1 V; Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 O$ k/ S+ o7 C6 o0 dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( Q3 H% p; c I0 s% p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" _- X8 Q/ }! x# E5 E& Z$ aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & ]' U# Q! j( q. G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - Z( P W8 ^2 N8 H( d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) d- o9 b9 Q1 z9 H% Y. H8 r4 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ \, E7 `' s" D' V$ t8 fHow you tried to set them free,
+ W, p; `' q( D6 \) ]# v+ nThey would not listen they're not listening still, * D7 h/ z) m8 G5 P0 K- h: W7 R0 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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