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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' i8 x( w) }# x& F4 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " v, n' F, k# g6 A( u1 o# ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; f! u. G0 \& \; d* FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) B$ ]( u$ c& f- _- D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ z) i+ R! q% H7 Y8 {How you suffered for you sanity,
3 m! q# y5 N4 b& W7 ZHow you tried to set them free,
- {0 ~" a" ~, D+ }/ l2 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! R' ]* X7 X% g' x) R4 }" ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 s0 Y' N* h+ N+ H, F qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 y2 K4 M* W2 B" `- P8 T9 v. V- g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 Q9 w- h2 Z, M- E5 p
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, # ` B1 D3 _& a6 a( c; L. R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 Z( I; C3 u3 A1 l$ p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 t* V% `9 z; q0 q$ s! o
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 |: c9 x1 ?8 H6 N5 `8 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % Z4 R7 c% }) u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( ]4 G8 I4 K" T' s( wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) A$ ?( C+ P- V3 d% K8 ]) q# `9 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : a7 H3 n I8 V1 b# F& F0 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, ) F* d7 c2 a2 Z2 w* o4 ~% ]4 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
e7 y5 C0 D. P: j5 y4 C, Q8 DHow you tried to set them free,
4 o3 A7 m1 M W q9 r ~* kThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ e0 Q) F, v- j/ Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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