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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 |: a# F5 Y3 T" |9 }8 T0 Q, oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ i9 [( n( n( `& t7 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 K/ a9 \! ]$ U3 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . w1 _& _' [0 d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ k* z7 ?1 s% W. J; V! gHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 C5 E8 v% S4 X( }$ U% P
How you tried to set them free,
+ p& Y: {3 G k' }# u' wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & _. i* |1 P* ~9 M( s4 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 }( L+ f9 F& `$ V: H, G- b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 T0 d* z; ^# d) |' r3 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # m. e, l& z6 ~8 S5 Z: w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' y, n- p, [; U/ J
. B0 M! ^2 ]; K( a- C# HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 Y% ]4 N: n- x: P& `$ g4 L1 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, V- Q2 F; R7 O$ vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! }' {, s: M3 d# O6 I6 gBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 }0 q# s% v. Z1 |- ]1 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 d! L: _; D# Y( @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
|( ~8 ?5 w& ~$ |0 {4 z @" iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 n2 W# O' q: V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( w* a: e" G+ o( A7 L1 L. UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' w# m& {, u4 K4 m. ~# KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 R' E$ ]- v" l2 nHow you suffered for you sanity,6 d0 t& K1 M2 K9 v
How you tried to set them free,
: T' i" Z8 k2 C, q, R9 f IThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ Z w4 q/ u/ s7 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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