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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% }# W& y' H* k9 n/ t- b9 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' {& L2 `" _) |$ s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! D1 E& X I* J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! t" L( P9 |. m- pNow I understand what you tried to say to me, U- t" j ?% L' ~" w- d. Q1 C0 n( x
How you suffered for you sanity,
% C- N( r& x( a$ W4 ZHow you tried to set them free,
! z& T; I0 Z4 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + P+ x; ]& b- c% ?" a( |2 e* q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ j- e1 j. E/ j6 F+ ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * l: O; |$ l! ]; |) L2 `( y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 n W- C: Y- Q' k4 |! i0 i3 C8 WWeathered 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, & I) N- O7 w+ d2 x0 T' Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " b$ {4 b7 g. C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' Y, x5 [1 }# F7 H P; N. vBut I could have told you, Vincent, & ]3 b8 l0 z' ?7 D* ~) M9 d* h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( x& K, \- e# O" M5 j# s4 V4 |
& f" \& V- j+ E8 @4 j7 _" QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: G7 ]: L+ k; q% F, I. F, y/ I0 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 |5 D: {& p, S5 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 v& ~5 }2 }% G g3 `# a. S0 W. m" k. U' J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ _1 C* N& U7 [/ R) F6 d/ {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 ?* v2 e# m$ s% h2 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
! j. Z4 u7 y" v* L/ pHow you tried to set them free, 1 s5 g( n' W+ z9 L6 T6 ^$ h2 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, , z) W L/ H v! X/ ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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