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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 M6 D+ r: X' T* G& c! C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # o/ Y; n' E1 ]8 z) ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 r2 S* l3 \; ]# j4 s# a- e& b3 z. }. v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % G m5 t% O2 [3 M. N9 j$ H- _* C7 |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 v- {* B' x8 d, H
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 v- E3 \" `4 o6 H. k* W! B9 f
How you tried to set them free,
7 a- q. K- u3 S- X. |( mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 c6 x. H' W4 M* e# j7 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 E, N3 l! E4 i/ E. y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 M5 a& T+ z7 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . Q, o& V% R& C3 U, F0 p8 R3 N5 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 k b' U+ V1 E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' q. k5 A& e* O* t N' Y, x, l6 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! w4 J2 U" V/ V& F% p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; v1 |1 g8 [' A W6 P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- n: t$ o0 A) j3 rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 {9 n, r, o$ a& ~4 g @5 l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - d2 G9 W1 a7 Y/ T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 q$ f7 A' [( t4 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# a! d2 S v+ ^) j) fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 {, _8 ^8 l6 m* h2 B" ^" b% p* |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; y% w5 b- U# k8 aHow you suffered for you sanity,# |; w$ g( H2 I
How you tried to set them free, % _9 T9 ^/ D2 m: K% r4 V6 Z% {
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) O n( d1 O h- U' ]/ J% C
Perhaps they never will. |
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