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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " Q3 U- u8 V% p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 L% I* n5 q+ O- H( ?. X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" N: x4 h4 G5 @5 a9 I7 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- `/ j4 C2 `0 t- ?% q7 f0 G3 Q& H# ]1 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# {9 |: M' S0 _" h, U
How you suffered for you sanity,
( a4 m/ q2 U0 D W+ v! H. A! LHow you tried to set them free, * j7 C h( _& b5 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 M. w) R7 Y- ?3 I5 m2 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & l4 @) g6 k; F6 S2 B) Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ [# O6 T* v$ _ S0 W7 h# Z' pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! v2 m" \% w7 V) d+ YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 b6 ^4 i) d2 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ ~4 i# `- i- X1 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 O2 G) G$ y3 I' |" m# j$ v, RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ v0 w) E5 Z% ]( l# hBut I could have told you, Vincent, : r# ^( }9 }/ G U2 x; i5 @5 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 V: z. |+ H5 p0 M* q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - A2 T V. z7 j4 S4 D R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , [" z5 ?& ?" L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % {! j9 b1 m1 G' {2 l4 k+ N
) Q6 Q n: R4 m$ H! a4 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- U6 x& Q. g0 PHow you suffered for you sanity,1 \; F2 z8 @" D- o3 B
How you tried to set them free, . E) k: g# e6 _" O4 J
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 j& D5 U" S* n& ?, s1 o
Perhaps they never will. |
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