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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / q6 z9 T& j1 f% C5 F0 S7 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' ?0 D& q ~/ s. r' n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 j+ c* E8 e/ ~4 |6 A# i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( b! L' y( F3 {$ ], m5 u' H! @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% }1 H O- g C! s5 n% h1 y6 G( BHow you suffered for you sanity,
) z3 G7 A# h2 K4 \* R9 A& `How you tried to set them free,
8 ~4 d) g: c( O- nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 j( b$ O3 {7 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" i u& J$ k. M4 n0 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 f+ K9 Z% l) b) z4 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 G1 J$ d4 g6 A* v/ gWeathered 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, # w- |" L! \% g8 d* K+ h/ s" W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 p- {# b3 j2 p% E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. C# c# P n% f; B2 RBut I could have told you, Vincent, . r$ t6 \( S5 M/ F8 b p+ [5 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. @" n) t4 s. g) E4 m0 K, ]/ W( o
K3 U" x5 [( i3 X1 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 y* f0 G6 S5 y2 y, f# P z9 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 l8 U, r/ H/ X% L( T7 ]8 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ U$ ?: V3 m# ~' D, A9 MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 {2 i1 W- @) ^+ S2 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , p! L8 g& D4 [0 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,7 u H1 ~$ Q9 W. C) Q3 Q
How you tried to set them free, $ _8 n" Y3 z0 K7 X) `) F: G. _
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 L, m2 x, N: Y/ y! z, R1 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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