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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , F" l2 l7 J1 m f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) u$ B3 J* B% F, v& D$ Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# X% C# ~6 G& v8 |& JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 c& c' f4 P/ j% N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, Q; N: e; x4 j4 HHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 t# _2 W% u6 P1 q7 R3 l8 f
How you tried to set them free, 4 W/ e, h7 f$ U0 i- j4 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 Y% f) B2 e4 R+ u RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 z& z0 _" F; c3 O6 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ Z+ D; v$ B( n8 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: a% o! v8 u$ ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ S/ x" s. O- H( ~* U. H4 q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 U# b1 _+ w: j2 I+ r! g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 i" n6 K, g" X8 |" G. I- `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" y0 k# }% D, S! }But I could have told you, Vincent,
: f/ B1 M4 f8 k6 B @) E; N6 c) KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 {- G+ x. \8 [' C- v' ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , l2 I: I I+ e: P5 ~0 b& u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ J8 p/ ~ s, pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 _4 t& y8 h s. V2 z9 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 L7 U- f0 t$ J' f" N- t$ {
How you suffered for you sanity,
" F' D }1 M$ _ o' cHow you tried to set them free, " W0 D: |, j. }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: ^, e: p4 }0 J+ z0 J3 IPerhaps they never will. |
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