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3 a5 a7 T) }8 @$ v% w* ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' o& w# I+ s! ~2 F$ _: a3 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 x: r$ v2 v. b# z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 H: j2 ~* n: C1 {; zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 P% m* ^! h6 c$ I3 z% p! d$ |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
g: V) K0 E C+ ^9 R4 ~- YHow you suffered for you sanity,
. O# _, ^- z2 X8 t, Z# r, DHow you tried to set them free,
& E5 C2 t( ]4 X. p- w1 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" P6 d0 \- Z0 U3 m. bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; H% x* A/ _7 w& b; H" q7 C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 R# y" \ _8 o7 d* Z/ }3 W, O/ k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & V/ S/ y: y( y4 {! C' W$ D W# K# l
Weathered 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, # L$ J% S# Z& F4 U8 t8 d; N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# J# }. I, w6 M0 N, c4 Z( q. X- tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % h5 H, K8 m- e# H" `& ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 J8 n {) d. [' ^& a4 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# z% ~0 {3 B2 x4 C1 WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 B* v7 w7 v6 A) H$ n: wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ u4 P. j+ g s" s7 x) J0 ?+ GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 K( M- O/ r- i1 t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: F% M. F% C! \' ]# a6 Y! BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; K- ~: V/ m1 A4 b' PHow you suffered for you sanity,0 U" V/ J" j& W" O7 s, O) A4 G* z
How you tried to set them free,
9 q D4 [6 Y9 j7 r) ?7 ?9 m2 {They would not listen they're not listening still, * U* _/ s7 e/ o' b/ `7 o8 I* e2 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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