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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % s7 ^. _7 s4 F) j2 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " v; L5 T: q' C q; `; Y+ o1 Q$ s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. |' s6 t) Y3 }0 \* [* e2 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 `5 D/ R5 I0 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 K% g; T9 J7 t; pHow you suffered for you sanity, : z: P8 q" B E+ s3 c
How you tried to set them free,
3 B$ Y1 @. I! V u* d* JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 K. Z& P1 G; iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , {# K/ n; Q: ]3 I' F4 g- ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 ^1 C( m. U: O3 e8 g; [( m9 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " B/ v+ z$ N5 f* U/ R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # ?9 F% @( K |% ~% O! z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : ~. ]# u/ J* n+ M$ h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, W7 \/ b, b+ }! I9 N! [8 o( LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 B4 ^2 Z# _5 x. b
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 a* r* k: t( j c6 w+ X0 x) {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + M; g+ P ~5 S6 I6 o$ J
/ ^, n% w1 t) q" D0 l& g1 cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 Y, H8 Q7 N l# pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# K3 g5 x) i* sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & K7 e% y! h* O! A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! j. \" \) T- D u! f; \9 i% _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 a3 _3 s7 s: ?' R' h6 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 z* ^. M/ `0 p- ~$ }6 h7 cHow you tried to set them free,
8 \$ b5 M; s! g* n8 @. @( L# ]They would not listen they're not listening still, * ?) n2 I9 c- y# {+ S' I6 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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