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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , V& m b/ e) R8 p9 D }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 z1 s) ?$ \) v6 l+ V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) _& w7 ~# Z; ?! S7 R' M5 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 o# r7 q; K3 }9 [: t) c% E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* g/ D' j2 U$ k
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 S9 n7 L1 A6 w% k0 p' J0 w$ {4 }' L
How you tried to set them free, , P- ?0 y) A0 [# ?1 @; k3 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ c4 F) Z/ ~, o' T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' Z6 J; o- v) z8 E# N7 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! J: H9 @% Q/ M5 h. n5 R+ K u O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) F, H- J. E' v; y/ |& [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 `, `# q0 U. u4 L, j; J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 g z p* C) v) H7 M2 jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # C2 u/ B2 J1 _, c$ s8 L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" y. Y1 |' q* p) @" @, OBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' ~0 V) k" g9 `+ D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. u; \; T" S' k' t/ A4 \* r; A6 H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 ]) L( g7 y" [8 {1 K6 @) x0 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* w6 z' J8 O/ {( B6 ~7 L$ H* fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + }$ y; ?& i0 f, z9 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ p1 d8 V! N3 z/ X1 A2 M/ [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' d) r- M0 f& I+ f; Z0 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,# `5 T! y! a$ j
How you tried to set them free,
; S8 R1 O q6 j' Y2 ~! WThey would not listen they're not listening still, . ^4 S) z8 K- G1 W" H
Perhaps they never will. |
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