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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) N! ? b8 q2 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 v# F3 P2 M, n, F, S+ B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! p3 l; z1 @: J& Z8 T' |1 W8 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- T5 g1 R. p5 o1 R+ I: f- oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ c% m$ z; O( r* D @" J; I PHow you suffered for you sanity,
. b+ e+ j. r" k" J- e; RHow you tried to set them free, 5 `. [% ^1 l$ t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. `5 c; \& {/ ?9 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) s/ p6 `9 s% `" Y" ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : X/ |3 q4 T0 j1 K3 j- f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 J3 u0 m7 _$ _5 O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( ^# U9 @+ e, @1 O' A; R
$ m$ z' O# h4 }7 O/ c9 A! SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 q# N9 E' f) J7 f- ]$ d& NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: y, J8 V/ P5 S$ @$ F+ s) t2 E7 YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 h* C9 p8 U4 lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 H* W3 Y, P/ J7 }3 m: jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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e* }$ G( v; l, fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , |1 B- R1 i' s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 y9 s, G. [& z$ [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& |( @. s+ z, Y$ q% D6 ^' CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- d4 r# b3 x2 \/ i+ hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ g& @% j" @; B6 s) e. e; tHow you suffered for you sanity,3 @' { y( i( k) y" h- B. i
How you tried to set them free,
' d% p% h2 A) r8 Q) D: n0 g9 @. VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: x: R, V4 o4 l6 W: n+ o3 b+ VPerhaps they never will. |
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