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2 J! K. n2 S$ sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % R9 R+ D. Q* ]1 e8 z# k5 o3 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 j5 K' {4 K/ _& X, B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( u( m- r9 f- g* |, ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! {7 k8 i \+ i6 H- K$ s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( k: Q3 x7 l- r# BHow you suffered for you sanity,
; n$ ?4 p6 M6 ?1 Y: p" ZHow you tried to set them free,
2 m0 W2 F. x/ m0 h5 l' ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, i. H8 x. M( P3 L) zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ u: t1 F/ U6 O( \$ T+ SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - d* `4 d! [1 R8 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % ^. [0 C* j8 x7 _1 a7 E c
Weathered 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,
1 l% X! J6 u: _' gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) F2 U2 k. l; e- N X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% G1 e7 X, X) }5 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 B c. V1 h+ i' q; \9 S& VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 f3 R1 r: k# z) E) UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. }$ u4 v* w4 b5 h* f* f$ N8 J8 t6 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! f$ a$ n# f$ m3 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , Q/ l9 X. _' x
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 q5 p: _/ |* R! w# Y2 s
How you suffered for you sanity,9 q1 R" v c z/ |0 b$ Y4 _$ s
How you tried to set them free,
* t" m j9 d3 g( `9 E$ @They would not listen they're not listening still, , w$ J, Z% t- u/ e8 j3 Y3 \. Q& c
Perhaps they never will. |
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