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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( E i* Q/ z! G3 S! A; F6 l! k6 a& ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- v0 ?7 b* a! U a7 [- IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. z$ B# w- T2 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ X9 m% g' g# V# r0 M& WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 m: ~; k7 g6 `How you suffered for you sanity,
) P* e# x! t$ f. H) p: `& x- lHow you tried to set them free, - q/ y" r- Y! c; F. ]7 P9 z7 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # ~/ i$ f. u, {' G5 Z6 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ y* e, d* \" @/ L! qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & n ]+ m( L. n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 T3 c/ \& C+ OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 H) `( F9 q) N. c3 @6 Q. n. s+ p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, i* |8 F6 h$ u4 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 l* e- \% T* N# A0 y( N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 Z3 |+ b5 i- ] qBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 D @% f. \- d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 z; m+ C. g+ X5 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) _* ?4 P/ n/ h: B2 m6 c- y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( H7 G) _6 _; b: g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 n1 F# G. b9 T* k) }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 x) ?! r* }( m
3 U! r9 _# H0 g6 ^2 z2 o5 i* bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " B# t: b* j1 n* E: l. v
How you suffered for you sanity, a( s# y; p/ W0 r" k# { D, L
How you tried to set them free, 0 a1 j6 J9 o( M! J5 o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- x* e; `* E+ }# ePerhaps they never will. |
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