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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. z3 e3 V* h5 r2 n! O) R- mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( X, @# d; a/ ^! fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
p8 r* t7 {. [7 {! |( mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 F4 a& X) v) Q' `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% s9 V" t& i3 b$ [" L& N
How you suffered for you sanity,
x: J& `, I! }1 r2 jHow you tried to set them free, ! L* H' s. m3 c; ?$ k, o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " y2 [& v3 s" Z4 k8 s0 f6 e2 b6 f3 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * h% a* d- C! p. d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' S) c( @- r7 v" nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : h# g/ }' k3 r+ h- {+ I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" ?, k; S" g' ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 R7 J2 ^0 u( ]) ]9 g0 K* k+ oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . f" h7 A6 }0 ]# \+ P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 y, a. P* x4 h) z1 [
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ t" g6 a5 g4 T+ J! g5 G& Z. L1 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ U, ^% W( ]( D( G7 g% t8 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 L2 L% I( |) u2 h8 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
P- x- J5 I# U" jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; N! x& U) c0 {: _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 e: D6 s+ E8 r% K1 K4 e0 y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 p# s, A) P* S* K& N
How you suffered for you sanity,
: k% d) g$ ~4 c* \5 a0 X6 w" @How you tried to set them free,
' a2 L- S) r+ q0 HThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 x, c6 ^: Q8 ?9 L' W' U
Perhaps they never will. |
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