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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, B% B* z" f3 G$ DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % C' N& E# q! a- j2 O; A& U& \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ P$ B2 t3 N0 t7 Q( q* `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 ]1 W* ~+ ^. q5 {: F7 I# j. E( X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& w. S& g" V/ {% g
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 Z2 W$ a& Q! [- d1 k
How you tried to set them free,
. T% Z+ x* r0 _8 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* s/ Q: W2 m8 m! NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 b O% J1 M5 _2 e# P. hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! V" @: `! A! k- I/ s5 l% c; rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' @# ~3 y: F3 O$ c* \% S4 B' f9 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 ^+ g7 Y2 C8 K% e+ T' i, MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 u8 _5 a9 _+ j. m. V5 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , j8 o/ Y, e( @; W/ t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) i& A5 R* o* o3 F+ n
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 p& c! I( i( V" v1 s5 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! |2 i5 p% E- l0 ?6 G# B9 ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 X/ ~2 D& t9 x4 m& k, O/ V. YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" e0 i# s0 m6 { bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 t; }2 I6 Q9 J" F& _- a& R4 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ P7 ^2 X. z2 X/ |
7 C" U1 e* w! ^) f4 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 X. ~9 n5 s5 [/ T
How you suffered for you sanity,) H9 ?+ _1 H6 d8 Q) x
How you tried to set them free,
1 q4 Y6 v3 d- R8 N1 oThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( v9 l4 p+ Y- P0 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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