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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # v) m8 ?4 B O' d0 J! K( e V; h( z; Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 p0 s2 D4 `7 M3 O$ u% XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, M* o u4 j5 Q6 s' ~. P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 F! F h* e0 L/ h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 s% l3 P5 v4 r6 H; O3 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
" d1 s/ Z/ R4 f) d3 n9 |$ QHow you tried to set them free, 6 W8 Y1 e/ [8 B. c6 L! s0 A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( y }$ @. u O5 L/ YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 H! ?, n( U% X: M* t. Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) g; h F/ s4 k1 [$ w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; d, M1 c4 l h3 k* R3 N YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 Q) U4 n& _! }7 I( ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% [# B! l7 c0 E% F' Z3 f& H, iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 i( v) A- L$ H/ [+ ~4 t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( |. x0 L8 E( }/ U$ V& Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 u' U m# f. k; O/ u% S& ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - B0 M% r! n3 v7 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* t( F1 r% u1 D: [6 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , W. | H' v# ~+ W7 R3 U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 t! t8 }0 f( ?! K$ A H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' G6 f: e6 L: }3 Z. v! U
How you suffered for you sanity,
; W4 q) i I7 [1 AHow you tried to set them free, 4 V$ o! V: @1 [. q7 h* h: g- H
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 L$ `; `6 p' o2 E3 p* b: f
Perhaps they never will. |
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