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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 s' a& K3 r/ B8 C& V$ @' _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! O% l$ ?0 _ n1 j/ N% p: ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 h, ~- h4 j: H+ N1 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! z- l! \5 I: `; Z6 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 ]) ~- w! H: u7 [) {; e, P$ X& AHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 |$ E7 _. J/ h8 @7 e
How you tried to set them free, 7 q* E, h$ E0 i; k* M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# u; {. q0 W/ K5 |9 e; q0 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 r6 Z1 I& T; \4 s+ {* q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 U" e* l8 y0 t6 {5 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 }0 h. J/ e& O4 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 y, Q/ @% {% `) B0 a6 P0 N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 Y- T: u& j( L* H. B7 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& y8 F U7 `/ O8 F' _ [" vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( q5 O, ~ b0 e! g, v( y# z2 y. c9 d3 `But I could have told you, Vincent, , x# D0 Q3 f' n0 i: F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, q* B( Q7 M1 e5 U4 ^% D- G+ i" DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) `9 }7 U, i, r# f/ P2 `; L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 ~; T6 x! H6 }. O- UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % V3 a1 r' r* S) M
9 l9 m) J1 e! {; Q5 O/ e( G; v8 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 M3 ~% i$ _6 `, W
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 ?- r/ r/ k9 m9 J0 }8 W: xHow you tried to set them free,
# R/ E8 Q) y0 g0 Q2 bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 C, l! l$ J4 Q2 ?+ KPerhaps they never will. |
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