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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 t. N; G. x; ~. |! g7 ^ j# D5 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: U) {# W0 W0 l( a0 Y; UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: g0 _. O- w' Y- e0 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ A- G9 j4 p; q9 m$ s7 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 P$ O* h u1 {) p4 \% T4 G% o
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 g4 Q( J# W* Z, ]2 Y9 `; I
How you tried to set them free,
; I# B2 |5 Q: ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, ?3 J# v% E, x) B$ WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* x, T; }& @: \" f) f) E4 ^# W# x; ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 ~3 U# C! g/ K& p7 p0 ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & w% a1 `2 K( q( ^; y+ o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' N4 y' U3 b9 K# g: V7 B6 x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, D7 b$ d) z/ Z% y4 B* [0 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 ^! A7 m/ _1 p! DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; z3 _( @ R/ _6 \. x* E1 rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 K1 r: R+ Q6 R. HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. B2 v- n0 Y/ N+ M j1 _6 s, ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ L0 @( g2 N& U: d4 X9 X8 l* M3 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( _+ Y. i' h8 T$ r3 w+ O2 yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / V% s& o! ]' t2 l
The 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,
3 w" \% |. @' C% eHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 a7 X3 R, e$ O: V: \3 r* G* ~How you tried to set them free,
9 ]) m$ k2 g# X- _They would not listen they're not listening still, I9 e' b6 z3 g" }- R% ]2 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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