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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - G. S) Y) ?! ~( x% P3 Y% x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 P* c& B% R2 z5 q* z7 Y4 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 s' o' ?/ @0 g0 k* |0 {0 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & m% w$ ~8 c5 O6 s; b y7 }4 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 j9 w8 L3 L! P$ h0 D$ IHow you suffered for you sanity,
% G5 O( d; r: \4 `( @3 dHow you tried to set them free,
' P4 |% V. q# E! l" K* jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 O6 J& H4 _* x( z) CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 T2 i1 a+ C3 \; ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) s) R( `1 j% X. z$ O& jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 H# ]- M! d: s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# }8 q; |" e0 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% @7 z4 h/ T; aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) y2 o% Z% w& f: j/ X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 H6 Y+ I/ w' @- }
But I could have told you, Vincent, , ?# J( s, T" ~4 y4 }/ c8 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # \) d7 o }7 h/ D( l% X1 v% A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : x( I# S$ L9 @) K! F4 ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; B7 M4 y. N N( I" ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: f; s; w9 T3 u' }8 h: jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : A. S( [: I4 ~+ A& g& M- g5 Z# y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! _3 e2 e" V$ I; `5 H* C8 `How you suffered for you sanity,3 R6 ~0 F: ]* @
How you tried to set them free,
: K6 q+ Y( w# b2 n! yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 L# d8 F/ H! G& _3 E% A9 Y) k
Perhaps they never will. |
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