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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, [% r; c; c1 t ^5 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; S- I1 d. D. ~2 s* q) c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- | m! i# d( F k, L' O2 ?" oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 X+ T2 F% G% V% ^1 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me," s# `& Y5 h9 K* {% E7 v$ |6 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
; C( |6 ]2 W& pHow you tried to set them free,
( g: D: }$ M; w) NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 d$ M/ b- Y+ f8 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
r. k& e: g$ B" _5 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & i! Q! ^' k2 k8 n1 A) }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! Q4 J# _) p! b. t8 A- Y7 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 N" D( s1 D/ A5 ^) O1 @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , ~6 s# f5 [, A9 E; ?2 O7 C4 h3 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 w, G; R8 e5 F9 X3 J8 w8 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 A3 Q3 @: V+ xBut I could have told you, Vincent, + y( T9 \6 E( a: f: S: q8 O$ a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : z/ B2 v" m, n( n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , }) g/ @" ~1 f( Y! ~9 i9 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( f k; v! X4 B+ J& i4 q' I; ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 u# C" N; ] B7 Y4 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , ?/ y3 Z2 e! J/ X4 L8 Q ^4 R
# W& e$ V& @0 i" }2 D0 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; Q% @ k$ }- QHow you suffered for you sanity,5 ?2 P/ j7 U; n+ l4 T# [
How you tried to set them free, y4 }" A7 L* b( s+ S& B/ ~% Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# `% d L1 g: g/ l( u) b9 QPerhaps they never will. |
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