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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! I/ M/ E9 Z5 t( W) b" T6 e7 | B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& t4 j' r( u; T! Y+ W5 d9 [0 }& pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. Y! S# i- g F& P+ I' R9 q9 P+ A* g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( l5 `5 t+ i, _1 d5 T5 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; @) _3 L7 W4 K9 l3 j- OHow you suffered for you sanity, * J7 M5 h" N( O# y# q2 u9 x' D
How you tried to set them free, 5 x4 n3 A. @/ U, ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. x w6 {$ o @$ y. X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% \: q3 J2 o% D/ }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
z {' u; N! s; T+ m( {+ u# q2 {- SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : O" G- G. D- h/ ?' y0 G7 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 d; G, \$ U8 P1 w' D t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, Z% X/ c$ j! G: J1 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. M0 _8 Z/ |9 ]; _7 o) U$ r7 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / }! p7 i6 \$ o' v
But I could have told you, Vincent, - q. J) F- N( `9 i! x. x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* Z3 Q; M+ [% P! CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ j# G7 z9 \1 o1 H* l/ p; Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, J6 a$ M; D1 hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 W1 c; P7 _4 ?! s) |3 ~& z
: K: |+ y/ J4 [/ m2 C7 }9 s* xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 {; f* p+ k6 d X4 x. s
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 k$ m% m% u( v. [% b9 IHow you tried to set them free,
* ?( R3 g1 D# E' ]They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 V/ W7 q2 _) s" z) j
Perhaps they never will. |
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