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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : \7 b3 t. R* t# F/ |! q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & c) q5 d- m8 T" k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* O, U" w" J; z' e, r p# [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! u7 F2 E. m. v) {* {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# @# J$ {/ d! D/ j7 P: P3 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
( Y1 Z8 u2 W# LHow you tried to set them free,
. y3 Z% |1 o5 W/ r1 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" h$ J/ c9 r) {7 Z' wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# X9 H7 c2 J& v+ `% @; ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 H3 Y. \. X' X) PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, S& v c( w. i+ `& f8 d5 b3 Q9 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , r. O7 q9 e) X& c5 g& Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 j) [1 R! c2 I8 n! c& R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' D$ `/ \, R+ Z) r; J2 D& r9 F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 b6 y) F& W# I( O9 A! KBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 N. D7 T9 x) Y1 R3 U7 P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * q8 n2 ]- W" y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & [& L8 D' w! Y [* h( D0 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. s4 k& u" e: s& Q5 t2 X& zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : W% ?2 P- W% d c: ]! ^1 P$ ~. B8 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) o9 y5 [% W0 \
/ v/ @1 k, q$ B: aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 F6 D1 H4 d% i& R5 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,2 J2 @8 {0 X% v f: p9 l
How you tried to set them free,
" }3 g" B( j0 O) G5 n" i8 oThey would not listen they're not listening still, # ?( [2 h M) n; I$ s
Perhaps they never will. |
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