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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , O, s" ]. i: P v9 Y- W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 P" x' G4 y$ U3 E" X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 G- K: \( G% ?# ]$ V: FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* E5 m: F# {7 V d! NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; c$ a9 R' i; k! a9 f% PHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 j1 M' V5 z$ W1 }
How you tried to set them free, 8 h! S6 j; I9 i9 R! f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 R7 A1 D/ _. G& b) C) v$ hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * b: ~+ J" D5 N( n$ ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , ]2 C$ |8 [4 m8 J4 _* w, z5 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; v4 H6 ?) Z: `$ a( m d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- g7 `- l) A! u! {$ fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - i0 l* ?2 t& f; M7 a! G: `% O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : k y% X0 w2 O/ \) ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 e7 h4 N1 O* E0 o3 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , w0 `2 _2 d/ V. i2 f/ T2 P+ D* D k
- C3 b! _1 s7 Z7 ^$ q: I1 U2 g4 v9 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 N6 o9 U, H. X- iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / ]0 J2 l% `* {2 w$ ~" E ^4 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 ^" U. o' W5 g. d: S7 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- E+ m* [' x6 X6 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ N! I1 C' W6 }" R, _; ^" `How you suffered for you sanity,
0 N- v5 }1 J# pHow you tried to set them free,
7 j/ O* O2 F& A0 z' [8 NThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( _0 p8 ^& M$ t, _% D/ x
Perhaps they never will. |
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