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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + Q; N0 T! f( _5 p! h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! H/ Q3 ^% L' X& O# m3 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# q' {( z- a" l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % S0 `0 I) c+ N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* ]/ D) L6 N9 I$ {$ U M
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ q! B6 h* Y; G8 I% zHow you tried to set them free,
- Y. W! U9 C7 ^) @' qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 S* @. {- S5 V. jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ ~" N1 m8 f+ I1 x @3 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( q. @) I& i% x) m, `8 P& QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, e" D- b2 F/ _- s/ ?. r4 G* v, o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - A2 X, Y4 l, c5 C! Y& O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; b& c3 s9 D: T% J. D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( C+ y& ?2 v+ n5 a; eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; o+ n/ v' t' r5 L- X. k. s; {7 SBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 c* I+ w. u2 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - b$ t4 t: M6 U, K, F+ M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# Q! w2 {9 v# _& w; B0 Z% r) DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 k: S8 i! I0 i. e+ O: D4 {& BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: E% K+ T( [9 V2 O' R( N: FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & O D" B# V3 W( c3 G" S, s4 L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 p3 r: ?; E) t- u) DHow you suffered for you sanity,, z4 A0 L, u$ @
How you tried to set them free,
: A% ?/ j- k4 @4 f; x( L3 wThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ a5 _! I; l" n. A& D/ m
Perhaps they never will. |
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