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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 C' r. p. S, F, ?9 u5 M1 L* \3 R( Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 @6 t; n$ U0 J+ {: G& j0 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 Q: S- [0 F* B& ~* Z% qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 h9 ]! I R1 t$ O2 K. |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 z" W# J% ?( B7 l8 r2 mHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 |( D2 [6 G8 h F5 j1 Q1 v6 P9 \How you tried to set them free, 1 X0 z+ `+ _8 [* @2 |) _/ s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 C! a8 K# P! [- p4 y! D& AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; a V* ? {: N! e( A5 l! ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 J) W8 T9 s1 a8 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 H& r) [' Y$ j/ l: 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,
2 V/ k# Y1 m6 Z" ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 y& G' I( e9 y! _/ N0 Y& q9 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 U7 r1 P0 d# I/ D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ C2 R. [. ~& p" O) OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# }$ T: |. B2 a* o5 F3 bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 p- e: H p# p8 B5 f* D+ N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 [, n x! ~- W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, s' G2 U! M' Z' ~) m: D( h6 ]' X p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " S* T- T. R# D8 m$ c" X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & e$ d# `& q5 \
How you suffered for you sanity,! u; q, z" V" e' J
How you tried to set them free,
- L/ J( a- {0 ~- f; ~They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 s$ a& Q/ [9 I! }6 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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