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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) x0 r- c" {) [' x- j& F; ?1 W# g6 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 U# `$ N, O: N% ^7 h9 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) o5 X* g- G6 ], ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & N$ q! {; \) k3 I& R# A7 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ C" f* R1 k$ Z* fHow you suffered for you sanity, + ]5 R3 _+ T* X( ^% c& k
How you tried to set them free, 1 W9 l3 H% Z( P4 E! }" M+ ~" q# [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: a! H" L8 @; L5 _, EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 G R6 n% A, M9 m, _. ?6 i$ P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 j# N' E% _0 g; F6 X# ~9 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - K8 ]" K0 J+ T% P+ `- l+ L
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, 9 o) ]; g. Y7 [- \ w2 Y- ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ v* L! ?: [' _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 G: h% l- l7 j U3 [, M+ MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 y; ~( V P! UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 s. O' X9 D' }. C$ T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 E. {% Q+ k3 L0 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# V/ O4 e% P/ h5 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 _7 E y. E( _2 x* i- g HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / O: f$ c3 }3 i x
& f3 Y1 ~: S& v" s( nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 o% \, K0 `9 x% v% dHow you suffered for you sanity,
! R n0 x5 _3 b7 aHow you tried to set them free,
2 I' V, ^0 k. }; w: \. jThey would not listen they're not listening still, + \9 O- n" V0 j. Q% ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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