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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : E& E ~2 ^1 j- V" ^1 g5 P- M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 b- @/ c0 Q( ]6 |# {/ lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ `' a" a$ B5 r* f- I0 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . K* u3 C, z% t* W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. [- S: p7 v, w. Q! l% sHow you suffered for you sanity,
. M2 I% ~9 b7 mHow you tried to set them free, 4 Y1 P- Z$ I" g* k4 a" M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ p- i: p S* A2 i; ?4 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 f+ X$ ~9 {" B& |' U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) R; N/ [) J6 T x8 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 J- `' S/ E6 i% k( M: u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 u E, s" ~- q* gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( \6 X( q0 I+ {1 |+ f& W0 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& ?9 y) q% I% D; c4 I! mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 _/ F9 N1 N( V/ N7 n( g F" J) SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) L3 Y, m: G+ u" m5 l0 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * S! a1 T- C$ @7 U- V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 m, k2 s0 B% w: E( Z! eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. X: Q2 n+ e' E5 t, f4 ]( XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / C% j2 O& q2 F' T* d* b N
: M% A4 t5 b- C" I# ]$ t( `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 n1 E3 f3 r1 f2 H! e6 V5 N/ f" yHow you suffered for you sanity,3 g! ?9 n; D, K6 P# b
How you tried to set them free, + W. E8 E; J0 I8 z P- E5 _
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 O& q' C. Z; b& d+ a
Perhaps they never will. |
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