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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - \! z8 j- I" A Z7 z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 c8 f* s1 Z/ Y$ }# g7 O9 c" d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( M$ _, @2 ?" p7 @5 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 [" g& o8 H( v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 {* \# v& u' L3 Y
How you suffered for you sanity, + M7 K. U; P1 s" G
How you tried to set them free,
" Z) _& s6 ~1 ~2 ~% y, gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 o8 I, J' g; M0 e9 E3 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 j \+ l7 t( g+ S1 [# V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 d: X1 z3 v& U9 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' J% `$ }6 H: W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 k/ O6 v. X/ w+ d# y4 ?1 v$ y' d: g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# S" ~7 q$ ~0 g6 D7 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! p* u4 }/ [$ V* ~! w5 F, Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 t; r7 v1 R/ v3 I! {But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ T; c# ~/ Q) N5 @; j8 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ e' ?- n- f/ _7 G! Q2 g/ QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 r! n* V; f1 Y4 d$ e9 b, \8 C3 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . p/ w' v1 s2 P! z5 C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& |+ ?1 z/ ]! t5 p& J; q! rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 z! J' b7 F }" x# y/ X1 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
# O7 @% v! d: k- \! Y1 X" C8 VHow you tried to set them free, 4 o: u9 M8 `+ _, U2 i u- @
They would not listen they're not listening still, + V4 Q6 B0 J( ?( q0 T) y- ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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