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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 n+ @% p% r- x* V# SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , w5 |% f1 Y/ {; t8 ?7 J$ `+ C1 v3 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 A% @3 A' ~* d0 |& a; Y, _8 d# S/ \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& V% H. `& }; W6 A7 A& zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, | ?& |% _( b5 |" g" f# Y7 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 J1 u( F; [" n& hHow you tried to set them free,
# \0 F4 s. z; R- A2 d, o, K3 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 B& h0 ^+ g, d& k5 n: `( T& K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 d( r/ |4 p1 `7 P* s+ {+ t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' F8 H8 w6 D! Q! V& d- S$ pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 A: m* i V K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. e8 {7 S4 p, _. L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! X2 a! ]6 n1 _$ `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* [/ t% p- T1 Z0 S( H* n* Q$ n3 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ z4 W7 x% a2 F5 A% n+ J$ m7 s7 eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 o% N( A9 `) X0 L9 M0 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 @ o6 {, P) ^7 j0 M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( b: Q9 W2 }; C' Z. ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 ]; X: X5 {& z7 _3 N: {5 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 _2 `6 k" u5 b# `2 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : t6 `$ g9 |$ E h. q
5 H1 E! v0 Y* ^3 {# Y4 g3 r6 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 f, @: p+ G7 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,: j" [/ K- [8 X8 d
How you tried to set them free,
) X1 d( k7 z( k+ E1 x% ^- H5 LThey would not listen they're not listening still, / o) e; e+ k8 L D/ ^. j1 T) ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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