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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ M2 s. C$ `( W$ V; n8 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # l! u# ` }& n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& [0 K+ R/ N% v# Y0 |9 b- q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( w4 U0 c P' |7 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 V* Z5 j; Y0 R- V6 X% \
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 b, x5 N2 R+ z2 ?5 G2 ~3 yHow you tried to set them free, * _/ D- s* X* y( d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 M8 K+ m' @! W7 d. z9 E3 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , K6 C$ [4 ~6 ^6 g! Q D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' [) q; D- Z) s! ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# T/ d( ?) T" h: T0 X' rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . X' F& _$ [0 V% ~+ Z D% M' E5 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. o5 d2 E4 x, n- w! t* XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; Q4 q6 d# \5 D/ v7 s6 q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% I# _# z% F; r9 H* N$ vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " n6 e6 Z9 K) b+ Z/ }( U y9 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : W4 O- _+ p7 {7 W: R- G' S" @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& r6 Q: T+ Z/ ~ W5 h) g3 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 e4 n( a0 T2 B5 X) t+ J2 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 q, a, a T8 W% SHow you suffered for you sanity,3 I6 o$ m' T* s
How you tried to set them free, 3 r, l4 O8 P- \$ l$ n9 L: a, D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 h) i, c% I6 p3 g9 S1 Z; i: \! t4 TPerhaps they never will. |
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