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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % J) g) e- c3 i' M+ \% q) G; o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 ~" a& a* b7 }& _$ S( v1 v) ]3 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. D8 ~3 x: \7 p. }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; V+ X' d1 U3 @, ~! ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& _/ T. S# b- gHow you suffered for you sanity, & {/ W' Y/ m$ ]' i( T
How you tried to set them free, 5 E9 c& e* R* X& Y9 y/ w* H4 J3 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % ^1 O0 B9 \0 f7 z2 m$ n! {. M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 t7 W) x5 @+ ?/ D7 v+ q6 H" USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) L' y1 H7 N2 w' hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& c8 L7 E( F2 R hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " ~+ g+ F5 O9 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 D& B% R3 u* S- w+ F+ |* sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* j4 W( e: F" s+ a) l* I* sBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 v3 q. @( m$ o, i: B2 q3 g; S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! ]0 m) c" ~( u8 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " R) r, x$ @1 ~/ F* b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / C( T6 ]0 H& F$ M* S% n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) ~! L/ V, x, t( A# T& z
/ i8 j" W& ]) F5 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ l- y% P6 o7 y' \& vHow you suffered for you sanity,* A' V, w0 ~* M& ^! F7 B
How you tried to set them free,
$ b! a. b5 a8 e( ]0 i/ SThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 [" r) U1 G: u6 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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