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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 O3 ?" z% ?2 v) q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + p9 v- @: Z* a% _3 ^8 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 U* L4 Q, r, ~$ I5 {, J$ |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 M$ @( S1 {6 ?# I8 r$ I# \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) p7 L- Q: Q3 Q. R
How you suffered for you sanity,
' L! v- w" ?4 l2 i+ lHow you tried to set them free,
# S% H( G! |2 l, O' x) o6 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , E5 `9 M4 u1 Q) C& V/ E, o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - Y9 [. r( e3 ^5 A7 F: g! |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 E. M* t" W& d0 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 Q6 H+ p9 k$ ?' g- a3 Y% PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 r9 A" s% q' Y# y4 O' V+ x- |
; x, {: {- u# |( ^3 U# yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . W m# W. y, o& F; h. c K. K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + }! ]8 \4 y+ q3 H9 H% W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % @& q) X, s) G
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; R. z1 ~! G5 B; H2 h) v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* k, K' l$ O$ c3 P- dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * |- T+ T# z" b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 @8 {- d- r# g) ^% l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " [0 i E$ U0 q; n6 S* F- y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 @$ W @ t) v V
How you suffered for you sanity,% ?) J; p( o/ ?, x' N4 O2 J. [. g
How you tried to set them free, * ?+ u; n0 r: E% b+ a R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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