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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 t) }. ?) B0 `1 }2 H Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " C$ Y& h- e/ L$ f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) l% Y: {. k+ v7 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 l0 w+ a- L6 o: E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 Q/ M: M9 M/ @/ M; q: wHow you suffered for you sanity,
* }4 X( ^0 `& g2 l& OHow you tried to set them free, . M% k* T! v8 m" E: ?0 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & h8 t. v @( @8 g: Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % M7 Q1 n& f/ a. R w/ `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + Q. R! V) L4 Q7 Y) A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 D- l1 f: n6 J, d" s% IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: k; e$ w7 }& y( ]3 C* OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % C$ u" w A: Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( d1 a/ N: o& i: ?) M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( B3 F2 f U( b; y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 |4 [1 Z) ?( _7 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 h& D( A* |1 Y
+ T3 ^% j. u6 g+ ]0 h" hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; ~ R( g# i" j5 t: b4 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + L4 u( [' v. p$ s( O+ A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; i) Z% w) O1 D1 Q" @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 `- y. p, R8 h# U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) G" d( h) V: n, g/ k1 ? m0 o
How you suffered for you sanity,/ N$ r8 [, u) {% Y( J D
How you tried to set them free,
) R; |2 }" T; C' d, j& tThey would not listen they're not listening still, + j. D" v' [9 X8 i+ a2 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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