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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; C- }, Z- x; S! x+ G( S) u- N. e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 i8 _, L, I# b: b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 K; o1 L# V5 O E0 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; a2 c# ]0 B! CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ W: L8 `; B4 M0 _: P# `; [How you suffered for you sanity, 2 _: [1 P1 x; t+ M! W8 i9 S
How you tried to set them free, / P- P: H) f( ~6 k1 r3 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 o' v6 f" y! s, z8 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / d0 s7 M1 b" l8 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 B L2 u6 `. E: h) d) M# n7 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% A) \% W, s% P% E2 L! v c5 i! RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & n- [0 M5 y' G1 {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, i; y" U; n4 l& s0 r9 `2 Y' YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 k# X, g1 s- N r/ H% K) \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 Z% N+ F6 W( {" k4 z/ I
But I could have told you, Vincent, : L' @2 h. r" i( u7 N: D8 ~9 O5 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) N c: O1 h& w9 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & P' X9 K7 Q( q. T1 L( M5 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( e: ~* z: E4 r" G! C8 `, K! V$ l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / |$ J2 N7 H/ y/ C1 C# e. K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' u# N1 X6 o$ ~. ?2 Z5 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * G8 Q. _9 {- M; v8 E/ j, t$ c
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ A$ C9 k2 \# c, ~% g4 n7 BHow you tried to set them free,
$ b* B$ L7 o. u6 {6 h* H4 J: |2 PThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! @" }0 }" N! y- ]5 D$ c3 Y- Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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