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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * Z. v, n) ^: v V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 K" u# f% |$ m) B, B9 s" k1 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# P- K6 L7 B+ c$ N I% ^+ Z- y$ jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 {) Q; N. ^( Q' iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ ? F3 G% j$ ~8 I# X }# ^How you suffered for you sanity, " y: ]) ~! N& B4 O+ E
How you tried to set them free,
! g! }' y2 n, e, e ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. e, I2 d/ h+ T: VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 V4 l0 T9 [" y' Y) A9 z1 Z n7 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 v# ?% M5 c: F: N- n/ LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 R1 j/ g" z2 {, H, X5 D. oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : x8 x+ A2 @" V+ Y( G" i1 V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 x% C2 d+ i6 L, ~$ r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; u0 j+ y; S3 H# b1 z, N! [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 a4 t% e. h; |# W3 A* `But I could have told you, Vincent, ) b, p6 L& T5 `2 n: d/ ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # z8 H6 |- ]7 A
/ A& q2 `/ L" \& y. C3 B4 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ T3 u [: m8 L' T1 L8 Y5 E5 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# U9 h) k6 b& j3 \5 W% \. bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( V% l: {0 ~( | [' S' d- S+ S. oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 w$ u7 d y! R' q6 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% C, v) T3 v" T. X% DHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 I( z- z7 m4 s/ D7 X1 l2 THow you tried to set them free,
2 c6 i2 t; k6 l0 uThey would not listen they're not listening still, , i4 z) v6 B; {
Perhaps they never will. |
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