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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, [8 p5 A3 q0 U4 V) h# ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' \" W/ _9 Q8 F/ k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, V5 s. w' i% {! bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 U$ h8 s8 P9 T! A! C" LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% \" P% z' w5 T- E8 o, nHow you suffered for you sanity, ( Y- J: c9 b( H" b4 o1 D
How you tried to set them free,
- V# a# ? ^6 |& s4 y) nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 F: R! L9 \" v6 P7 B9 c, ^ ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' D6 @; j6 M0 H5 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * g; z0 O# e7 }+ t2 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 V3 e( g6 q3 C8 M- }9 m& M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) _1 C0 l) S! x. g( u d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 l q' N& |& h# q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , ]% w2 e4 b9 N4 ^: D: D# f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % l: H# j6 z Y8 K$ W! y
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! n( m3 z2 T$ X [/ D: L `, i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: s9 ^$ ^% R4 o, R* GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 w6 I0 ?& F4 i) X B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " }8 p0 U, d4 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 V1 M, q: F# h& B: I2 s
5 m; l( t' c& z V% o* ~: s( cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 v9 P+ E% {6 W, N
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ d* _4 q, J( @- P* d1 ~How you tried to set them free, 7 ]+ C2 p, w: Y3 w# _# }: A
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 {. _' l# x8 Y8 K8 N* n& S
Perhaps they never will. |
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