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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 d# ^0 N. u. WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ N9 D' }: n o* K, s( r3 U- \3 F+ pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ @- _3 a# t; A$ @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 M2 O: r4 _$ z/ ^: g0 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 F8 _9 r. l3 _* X& c3 @1 r0 w( w; B5 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 X6 s# B% f$ Q) x
How you tried to set them free, ) D; f1 V, x: }, ^9 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 j3 H1 k, m" V2 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 B# j6 ^+ F( J8 }5 n/ c' q6 k* \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 k* ~' D3 ?; L/ m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & B: Y9 z7 f9 k9 f5 I( h6 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! E& U: Z( V$ |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- {2 h0 \8 s" z# `4 A3 b2 H) J7 ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 {$ G9 G0 B# u5 d1 L, m8 D* E3 Y8 K( rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: j$ K3 G" _; w8 gBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! C1 G$ Z0 E* A6 V, K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( P! ^1 Y, E: RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( a1 Z$ ]1 c" b3 t5 D2 E/ @, gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . `3 V" ]6 j- N" H- W1 E6 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 @2 s5 u( c% d4 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) t% h' g0 i3 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 a# W4 z/ ^8 s2 t/ f
How you suffered for you sanity,
# l0 k4 r# ?( }4 a* THow you tried to set them free,
2 @% n7 j$ ^- _ x* D4 [8 R2 l8 bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 o$ x- j" A* r9 PPerhaps they never will. |
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