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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 z4 l5 v* f: I- m& ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& V+ r( A! B6 R0 y |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. `3 |0 V8 O7 g( ?. ^) P2 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - ~. S$ Q O! _1 d6 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& P* r5 q. B, n5 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
; Q1 C4 v! D7 A2 Z7 F& S# }How you tried to set them free, 3 |* C( }( `! X% U+ a3 H& v2 y4 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 R( T3 b3 _# C7 N4 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ c9 S/ g ~' J) @: nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' Y% { Z+ o3 C* H' r6 O1 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 F, f7 h. k/ S' ?/ `' z. V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * n* ?" U, u( T! P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 a( s; g f7 c( e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 D6 K" D+ l/ dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ s& w# w4 `* E( D- |- dBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) Y8 {" J0 w' z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: j) y3 V8 h; U6 X oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; G5 r. }5 X$ s3 }4 j$ O ^& y( ?3 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 U8 w d: ~8 g. _; J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % O0 {& }2 ?* l5 Q. X; Y/ O+ s
' @( t& G: ]' S4 H4 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 v3 _4 y( F0 f5 S4 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 {2 M4 ?2 a8 y6 }4 C3 R1 hHow you tried to set them free,
* Q) n* e% m/ M7 cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% h2 Z% q3 N# ^3 xPerhaps they never will. |
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