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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # f3 t" e! }9 F8 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ R; K* O. l) W! \: ]. [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 f/ p0 v- y% F" r* P: ]! eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ b3 t2 l& q) A9 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: F3 E/ j+ Q- d& L# H) i# |
How you suffered for you sanity,
% B; @' R' }- V ~% q: [4 h* WHow you tried to set them free, % W0 e) o0 i- z2 b V' l0 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 K8 h9 Y9 X$ }: Q% zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% @8 L# ?& d; e. x6 [: wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% E! A7 t' P" Q7 X+ J; R8 w- ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- T O9 w" Q; u: K) I$ Y) D% zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" W3 D+ r4 { E3 p* `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + E0 ?! j" J) u, z9 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; m. o( [* } J- e- v/ UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 ~( `: Y- A; u" u9 u! L; zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' q @% S& S) hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 \2 v+ Q n4 { y2 H# \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % {, S5 p* |/ `8 r( f: c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# a7 G. ^" P i, Y/ q: ? V( A0 ?2 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - _7 P( T ]7 e( i* H4 n( }. p* ]
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, 7 ^1 b# X% D3 @; f# B
How you suffered for you sanity,
- A+ f3 C) z- `* Z7 p0 M& G- P& uHow you tried to set them free,
. J: Q2 W3 B# S! m* IThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 W. _/ |' M/ {0 O
Perhaps they never will. |
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