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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& i% a: B1 n& T1 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 e/ o% D, H- _" o0 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ i( Y- D/ V& Z" i) O' ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 b# H1 c# w% D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- \8 e+ f# r* r% T6 V" pHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 ]- S4 q) Z1 C$ a/ ?. _8 `6 Q7 `) s
How you tried to set them free,
4 D5 I# @9 b5 XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 i& L; Y. C# a8 p+ u' zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' E3 i' r& I9 Q* g7 ~* k! vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; K* K0 T% a" Y4 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * J& k \- P/ q7 J/ ~
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,
/ I" x5 h( A8 J; O3 V# @ vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 @& a: G& n4 f, }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # ]; j/ w$ T) k$ H! u8 O
But I could have told you, Vincent, * F. f$ G' h" I0 B% ]. s6 j% Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- P% k6 V8 s3 \0 K' jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : k7 C7 h+ I& k( ]# J! Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - s( u6 V. j6 ^8 Z& M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& E" e" r' J, g' i* dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. e$ S3 U% ^7 Z: }% B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# n( P2 I9 u. X+ M aHow you suffered for you sanity,
' i0 \) L7 i* y THow you tried to set them free,
0 t, D! b9 A: j. Z% KThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ K# E% X( a, }7 l) W' _. _- P
Perhaps they never will. |
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