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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, z6 R8 p# a: w7 E( I+ ]# k! h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . r, ?% n* X& Q6 x2 w. G: }6 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, F3 E5 _1 i7 _2 M1 g5 `0 I4 E4 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 F8 l+ A+ C9 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 f6 c- d0 [4 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, / |; p6 U1 n( N F
How you tried to set them free, - g, L. R% Y/ g. M r7 g3 H& |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + w) h; Q7 u8 O; A Q2 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' p: `( c i8 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 }. T5 B* c! @0 o" a' J2 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # s+ F @: ~- P; l$ K5 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 ?+ d" [3 |7 I. t( d2 O6 h2 R( tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* H& O0 S8 ]8 `, ~( Z2 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) U6 g I ]! X$ f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 W) ?8 t+ ?2 d# }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
E5 ~5 @& s4 ]# B. t$ b$ fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' Q4 ~6 E4 U5 N v4 K: {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) L0 {5 ^( Q2 FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" W, G' h# r/ T- d4 ~' sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) R: {) K: n* ]% d" I m- L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# ^1 M7 [% h9 K( E5 [How you suffered for you sanity,- W6 Z' s2 k5 G( p5 ^$ }
How you tried to set them free, 2 U. M. E& B. u" N
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) t# z; c5 I7 M7 Z* X! ^; ^8 u$ s
Perhaps they never will. |
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