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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 L- Y5 _1 C7 d$ f$ U7 m o4 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + I1 j: K+ I! J" W) G) D6 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' N& i" m; { ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / h6 |" L. S0 H; C* C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ T) J3 j ?& z! O3 g9 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, : E) u2 K4 ~$ x" P: v7 n: W
How you tried to set them free, ; ^* N) Q# ?4 x# h n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" ~' _) M6 S# E2 w, t$ SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " N7 `( c9 I4 V& M. U c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ B p& Q: w0 `4 Q. i8 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! ^4 v9 K' N7 {& N7 l/ TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 e N& s# [# y6 X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ V' h. r, Z6 {* Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & H. s- g9 o) e5 `/ O3 \1 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# O, }$ F! i2 g ]9 H7 _3 }, fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ p% @$ `; C: R% t% qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* ]% S( O' X6 Z: {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % X6 }7 u# t. D; |. p! A5 _/ S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 y8 Y* I; X8 [( z, ]0 l, bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ {9 Z( Q7 C z# A1 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) J- N, [" \$ c, \( K
: X& m A" d' r E! W1 }7 \; aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 C- H4 X$ D+ f7 V1 I F# _How you suffered for you sanity,
" [! |+ ^. J+ ^* s: KHow you tried to set them free, * G' v, l* s+ j+ p: L( V) \# G
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; Q$ ~, F8 t2 A2 m; U3 F
Perhaps they never will. |
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