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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , d7 S+ U5 x) C a9 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 h' m2 m0 A% [0 \* Z- @) T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ C( f9 I1 z, |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 n% }+ {8 Q7 z4 a( R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," d8 B) T+ u9 W5 o9 V p
How you suffered for you sanity, & q/ y0 R, Z! o4 d4 q' s3 v5 a2 g/ v
How you tried to set them free, - L$ ?* F! y) u% k- R" m! G0 r6 \% ^: b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( T; B" l- Q3 \2 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; p" l6 y n# K4 |6 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 I$ n4 e8 ?: r# P0 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 z3 T' n, y2 b" W; XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / y1 M& _ x1 m& M7 Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 _$ _3 |5 x% r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * J$ E' Z. e7 ~7 w) G& U2 v9 I! q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # [) [. U; n; \: m; ~; D
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; L, j B( e0 H% U+ P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # Z1 _* a7 q Z6 T* J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 t& h5 q% y7 m- x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( t [9 P( j) A' `/ D2 W' ~( uThe 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,
- Y4 r+ ~, J ]; d. MHow you suffered for you sanity,7 c3 _0 F, F( h) P
How you tried to set them free, % |3 `% J8 X: ~8 E z
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! a7 z( K7 _: X& g- M6 D' J
Perhaps they never will. |
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