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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 T5 x1 s" g6 @) V3 G8 Q% f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' t4 q+ H& F8 @, E0 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 r. g7 K& ]0 c9 m A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& _4 P: B2 |7 z0 Z& h" r |! ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# s' p* \& [( P( x8 E; r5 A2 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 d8 }+ O) N( L8 L- e) xHow you tried to set them free,
" Y' G x2 ~" g) WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 v3 {9 D N+ `0 @8 R m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . U" V S) Q" g. h# Q, y) S" o" x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) |# `- f# J1 O! o6 G5 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 a2 O" i% B2 K; L: e" q, ^4 e: u. k2 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 g. o8 v+ F* Y+ _5 u* R
) u# _" s* L2 @9 F$ ]7 Y* t2 n TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ h3 s& x) i" ]) y; {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 F5 X5 h4 g3 O: JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , R S2 }/ @9 L2 Q3 s
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 p" A* T) n9 M1 v, B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' u6 X% [; C$ @. i2 x/ mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, w( k. O% r' a5 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . x" T7 r6 Q' K$ n/ |! G( D, C0 M. A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + |' ~% ^' r: a: ]( x7 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. C1 H- T& p& BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% U# B @- d2 X6 yHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ H( g+ ^- _5 f% `" MHow you tried to set them free,
$ I9 d( y& n$ M5 q6 xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
' Q4 t% k+ x; a( h7 OPerhaps they never will. |
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