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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 B* n& R3 t7 l1 b) e! A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, g- J4 l& ?" v; C5 |3 r% q3 w/ P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. M T; \1 Y0 k1 r% _. XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. [+ C! y1 E( uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 G1 m- i# N* _& H, f/ {
How you suffered for you sanity,
. X, i9 P) q( }. O3 K. `1 XHow you tried to set them free,
5 [/ b/ m7 v, SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 a* a L$ y8 ~- B4 q$ D' qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ p: a+ {$ g. Z, ^: Y7 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ?2 ]' p3 B; U' x9 R7 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, P r# \9 j1 v8 q/ R: Z0 S ]" h: r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; h) }- m# ? V# H- i3 {, x
' a5 C4 R1 ^' I5 e. `2 _: X9 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* W- [8 g" N: Z; T7 x- a4 A8 z) pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 c: O0 Q; u# F, b, I+ V8 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 [3 g0 n g9 z* v! R3 {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
{1 q* `# C, v" kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 @6 B) u: ^ q% r! m' sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 e( }7 f8 c* P$ _3 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " K( O/ ?8 r( R3 l$ n$ p3 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 X# }0 ?) ^" _; h: k; d; \9 M1 Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% X) D1 h6 s Q4 Z* o+ ~" p# ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ s8 x, {4 Q, P, D* m, j$ EHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 |: M# K, J' hHow you tried to set them free, / _. H. ~4 D5 K( G k& X
They would not listen they're not listening still, # P! p( z/ Q; L7 L7 @! P) {
Perhaps they never will. |
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