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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 L6 s* t6 ]; l& e" K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, ^# F7 l2 Q" S1 J4 u! ~9 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( l/ _$ i/ G3 S: B D4 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 }7 O$ w, Z, O. A, V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# [5 a5 G# N% R, x) B1 M- ]
How you suffered for you sanity, , f: ]1 {7 T3 z. _3 x) O
How you tried to set them free, ' e' Y" v+ ^0 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' d8 l9 I+ u' b. |3 m, P2 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( P5 `5 \' H5 t3 F* W" wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 o: m' {% U: G5 L( `" M w$ _, r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 A/ f& A* i. Q! G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 t) d9 m6 ~/ m ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 h+ x4 u# t" X: i' v2 ~# WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 U. u4 X2 e% z3 c# P6 ]/ P9 j5 x" e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* a8 u' p) ~0 k9 y- n# [0 ^# GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 u# t4 X. n9 H- B5 v( ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # J$ o) D' Z* s$ ]0 O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& O+ t- l, r/ Z5 k6 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . \6 T o4 f; k6 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 _3 N# ?4 y! \) x9 X; c7 c6 d) D6 YThe 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, $ ?* C# u' M8 o
How you suffered for you sanity,4 S. U! Z' m/ Q" J
How you tried to set them free, 9 T) _8 ]7 y" [5 Q: L6 l, o3 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 V4 d4 @1 J3 d! G! r& c
Perhaps they never will. |
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