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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 ?0 k& K# ~7 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) r! s& v; F, ?" l9 j& O5 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- G: y4 C+ Q6 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# w7 S6 D7 r0 r9 L2 E+ _' m3 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* r8 g a' Z' gHow you suffered for you sanity,
" \* f# y+ p) k' \1 PHow you tried to set them free,
0 Q8 E- E3 Q3 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 h+ f I" L+ C& G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& I1 ?2 G- {8 g: O n" j5 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " v/ \4 A, x# M9 D6 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! r2 b! f" Q, p0 E7 M; g$ k8 w( l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, T$ ]& x z5 Y; D3 x$ EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - W# p3 [% [( G/ Y2 P( J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 S% Y3 Y; {& B8 M) w }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 o/ w9 M, _- l9 _3 w+ vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. H! ^7 ^3 b" f; y3 `7 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " X4 k0 i+ [3 `4 U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' _6 x0 a! R1 K/ g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
C1 F" n. O. H+ I; |; KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 P. P2 G" W6 j6 t1 l, l5 q
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, 2 ?4 M8 P; y$ F' S* F1 Y& I
How you suffered for you sanity,
, P# V" y$ f6 zHow you tried to set them free,
. z+ W9 u/ @! w. @1 c* zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ {7 y+ D- @# n% m+ u5 j+ t: JPerhaps they never will. |
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