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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 `; ^1 D$ L- {9 F, c5 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& d. m2 @- a; G0 y) H( ~* jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% {* E$ d1 Z# V8 w/ xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: o8 i# G' X- O3 Y: S3 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ H7 }7 ]% n$ m8 N2 b! a) K
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 }8 t4 o$ C1 z
How you tried to set them free, & ?1 ^$ N2 [. x9 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. [% p9 m! S6 A3 C6 I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' V3 d% v3 _' `. t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 E8 K4 |! P0 b2 O1 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! j" V! b6 M' z1 E2 C: |! MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 }/ |! ?$ C" T' vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" k' c; g- Y2 X+ D' MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. F' L5 T5 h' hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % J6 A$ H/ T! O4 z1 h x; G
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 x2 o/ m, O* ~: I( B. k* D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( a8 e3 d( n& ~. m1 S/ d, {. d
% G1 U7 \. n. [- Y$ R4 ]0 p. CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 J* O, @) n1 J: }$ `1 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ Q ~. M$ Z/ x, c7 `% ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 @) j1 s; M( O( Z- B! V7 ~% Y
The 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, ! \0 R- G/ Q2 Y6 t0 Q6 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 I' r+ z' ]. j, R+ FHow you tried to set them free,
^; V# x {: x0 k( q) {They would not listen they're not listening still, ' @8 S( T) D5 y4 Z, |
Perhaps they never will. |
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