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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' u: u2 |. }2 m" X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * R3 l7 A$ f( Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 w& {; b/ Z, Z1 I7 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; D @$ y) y; r+ L/ y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 i& n) w" n0 Y3 d8 x! J5 M
How you suffered for you sanity, % f: C% y6 v% k; I3 S
How you tried to set them free,
6 w6 i' G4 i/ j5 N: Z% B# s" }8 YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 p% f e% X+ S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 G: J3 d. R8 K1 f2 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
V4 `6 @" G6 T5 n9 |) QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) C8 v# l: T, K" k3 m M7 I% y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - h0 f6 E" s1 L: e, U) h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 U( p; {# } O- e! Q6 E9 D3 p3 {& ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ H$ P. h% }, b( E/ h/ d' CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 c1 ^; }3 U2 m0 n$ G: CBut I could have told you, Vincent, # f9 s8 j# l g* z) X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 ]7 _( A, H' c, K) lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% _: t/ j" s/ d; f" \' Y3 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # ^+ B. ^& R* g5 d* N
The 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,
+ s9 k5 t5 g! y# i- a/ fHow you suffered for you sanity,, _5 t. w4 w ~4 I) `% A
How you tried to set them free, $ x( }/ v5 ?* a8 y4 h
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 C% m7 x4 I: Z" A
Perhaps they never will. |
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