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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 h7 ~ n# }' p5 d0 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , G! [1 Y$ X) ~1 E2 X% z5 ~' d/ p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 F% v7 R* f+ j1 {/ C4 z( W; W, ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% V S8 d G7 C. B; aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ R; K3 c& v, lHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 B# w) S* T: S; g8 qHow you tried to set them free, 3 r+ D- @0 |( ^8 |5 X' y2 G& d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 m; I6 q2 z. K1 u' Z& K: @: t+ P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . y* l& u5 D7 k, l$ V7 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 i+ q% X$ g$ g2 K' v3 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- s# L9 F9 M4 K1 lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
S4 m' o% i. O6 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 G" G9 x3 t0 ^3 _; [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! |8 z* |; L8 {But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 l. }$ f T8 w# [+ O' ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) ?+ I- a, C1 x/ T, k. _1 q0 V' o
+ q9 x) ^: s8 m0 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + k7 [& G" c( J) h( g" Y: ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. r. x9 j3 i4 N. R% u3 _- G7 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 y9 I* S3 E- vThe 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, # I( k, Z& J* i& [- l
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 w3 N5 g0 j1 U, ]" CHow you tried to set them free,
3 T6 s2 T9 R' X; C+ h6 GThey would not listen they're not listening still, . T1 @! H+ t, x0 j1 a3 Q M
Perhaps they never will. |
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