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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 O6 x$ ~0 Q2 a+ c7 F( q! c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% j" x$ ?3 P" b- ]& D ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 F" H+ v5 b& P6 l2 S( Q7 R# wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; i% S2 i$ ^8 l i% u. ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 e3 \# t/ r" e7 ^4 ]How you suffered for you sanity, 5 u% c- Y* e4 `* M4 @6 L
How you tried to set them free,
. V8 J( C5 p" eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & D5 K* }" m5 \) G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 \* O, n$ ?! {4 ?" V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # a; t$ ^( ^. ~, [+ M) X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 |8 _% q+ {2 t3 Z: A" O6 \5 C% _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / e, V y1 c* y) ~, H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - x4 q0 p& \* x" Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, I4 g: y# j/ c C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 b" k$ p' {: U$ R. P% v: g6 i: ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 @$ ?* }/ }9 y$ c8 v0 s+ n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / I/ l* V* n' }, \; x' O6 T0 F
1 V: q) Q7 _1 w0 ~( R7 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 n$ m& C: q3 a0 N |4 Z! ~+ C C; h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & P3 B3 y* O9 M$ `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. {$ S% f0 X) q" x! iThe 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,
* ?$ c) a( l' P0 O( O8 pHow you suffered for you sanity,+ `5 l- h% C6 C4 L6 i1 b. B
How you tried to set them free,
7 n2 d& {" k: Z* s( \) GThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 g1 O; V1 M' m8 G, z: i
Perhaps they never will. |
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