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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 J, E9 V1 R# C. ?. C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- n, e n! |3 a7 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ m9 ~3 Y! p4 @. K& X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" t: k6 v" ]. c) o' @3 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 ]) t5 F: a+ v J. {How you suffered for you sanity,
; K3 N2 l+ n* v9 O* BHow you tried to set them free, ) U2 m: V' N. Q0 ~9 H( @. ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 c+ c# }% V1 e! k% uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( x9 g- k9 }: g4 \9 l2 |) U* YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . B6 F" g' J1 h- _" R5 n* q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - a4 j8 O3 Z" Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; I' e+ L0 E3 i: A1 g& C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & ?: G4 ]) m) V: M& k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 N! c1 U# |) T+ U- w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- {" I3 V0 o2 c: C) Y/ {5 dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' T6 f" x- N9 U0 f$ wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. ~# X( K; \8 @- H7 ?2 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 v) ^8 P7 e" p8 W# [; I3 tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ H! f7 N" H# J3 A, OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - J M" R7 M# j4 ~7 v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * j, q6 }2 p( x! R
) k h) L% O6 {% L( l7 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 w8 P9 d* D: h6 n4 T5 iHow you suffered for you sanity,) q6 _: O! ?' M# e
How you tried to set them free,
y3 E3 g6 O4 c% Y3 qThey would not listen they're not listening still, / W- l2 B# S8 y; V2 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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