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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: X* N% U' f+ g( y4 y: zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' }" G& f* T5 H# v0 W6 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ N* V3 b/ K# dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. B) J8 O/ o9 X$ y* c3 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 \& |1 z$ Q7 Z5 O( y6 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 Z4 H) X& g1 G; y6 A( dHow you tried to set them free, & g+ m1 Z5 S# y* y, M2 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) L% X" K3 ~0 q% i9 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : w1 A" }( b/ S% R+ [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ F4 N, j4 f' R: B8 V: L$ m8 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( P0 e( V& H, PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, u- L6 l& e f/ V- kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 `/ `" m' S. h" i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 c+ e# v+ ` l5 j/ ~1 H- ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, " {. z* F& ^/ W$ z, {8 A
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; k; U! N2 Z6 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ Z* A# d' D# U6 ]1 o% [" ~4 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ [; z$ t8 X& l% ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 J( J8 H% |0 ~, K2 Y+ nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 a8 p* F* @1 T2 X, I) U/ {. {# _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " o0 Z! m8 Z$ l
/ D. R1 `8 O; Y3 s2 d, H: INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( X9 d6 Z, G7 u0 R! kHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 g( {# W, e# I! BHow you tried to set them free,
) \1 P2 X" A ^/ OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, u r8 m; Q1 ]9 l" B2 MPerhaps they never will. |
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