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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ E& p1 a7 n" I3 J& C; h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' D W1 w1 v" o" G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% b' _- j/ e3 s+ V. r, `2 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 A, ^8 z* A0 `; O; [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: y8 A T- ~* a3 t4 v
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 ~$ N: ]* D- q) \9 U. e% a3 W) C& A, mHow you tried to set them free, * E. v. u4 S8 K0 [7 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. M+ P# w6 s" ^( L; `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ u4 `8 d5 L+ a8 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! y8 k' ]+ F; O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" r/ U9 Z o2 L) `; ~! cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . K+ m4 U8 X+ ]- t
3 T, J( A2 ^8 E/ gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 P2 w8 \# }1 C5 w+ J7 J$ XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( R, Y8 s6 y% Q) [7 U, UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 \- Y, z4 H% p' i- g8 x. ]! n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% K& ?% f$ j& C& w$ lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! {$ Q, Z) A: j3 h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 j; B# t* \! t4 y) B$ C9 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 B& j4 x' }/ h* [0 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * g$ {% Y6 P. c* i2 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * Y- q( C/ B, R# h/ C: B7 R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. l6 ~2 S" M3 @3 l6 @% @! gHow you suffered for you sanity,2 K6 h6 O, o6 a! B* T+ O
How you tried to set them free,
/ d* ]5 g4 F v3 eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 I0 R4 q6 n: \9 \- r9 j8 l7 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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