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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " `% Q3 o! @$ r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 F- W- G" U0 e6 x. E. m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 P7 V& A8 p; T5 i# p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 g4 L* n) _3 Z. M; f$ oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 s) \% p! W4 p9 j* lHow you suffered for you sanity,
. Y y) K8 J: lHow you tried to set them free,
( n: E3 l9 _+ HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 O1 \5 P5 J* C' y8 D2 f9 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% o6 p d) L4 F# Y! p* K4 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! T1 ]+ i5 Z0 ~# @5 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 j9 e. z O Q( F1 SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . r* y: L* }/ v) N4 K4 {' C; E1 s, s
# s2 v) K% S- g5 O- S& t0 U3 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; ~) V; \! @# l: u9 t* C# ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - v7 q! \1 ~6 r7 w) n$ R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - m" z/ h. X% V; G5 |/ }9 t
But I could have told you, Vincent, " W: i3 q$ ]# E% d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 E6 Z4 S( y; a; M! @2 u) J( K5 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 o0 T1 `3 J9 V8 q( K2 Q% F* P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 w8 F! T6 C8 o9 @, g: @" {! tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " \/ W+ ?4 S0 W, [8 f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
s$ n F# `4 ~4 l$ P* h# THow you suffered for you sanity,0 J- M2 Y2 n& S. v* a) { w
How you tried to set them free, ; {' J+ }7 [+ _3 U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" H- l$ C7 m, \5 \, A! B+ J- wPerhaps they never will. |
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