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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! c4 w* @) |5 N0 o( u& w/ g; r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % F3 I) s" @. L0 f* k3 O2 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 a: A2 c& n/ J* V& M; f% \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . F: ?* X% n8 q& n& t" p' Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: E; p* U3 J6 T x0 p5 s2 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 v$ _5 X# g$ O Z- K W: w" HHow you tried to set them free,
& z2 O* x2 ^3 X7 A# l1 b' SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 ^0 k' ~1 N0 k: `( d2 Y, e h" l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ @. k' W6 N* z$ d2 x2 C) x3 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, r- a. l# Z2 L( \& L5 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 W( W( y6 G' n( l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 W) s# |7 k. h' dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * g9 Y3 p9 P( H4 X$ d; j, z# J& I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 S0 s. w3 c7 Y4 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 A4 c8 H8 O1 s- O( K/ qBut I could have told you, Vincent, : @. j- ^( V: I; J, B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. n) h& o* s Y0 ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + A7 @% B- A! [1 M5 ^# V0 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: X8 m* [. v- Q/ U0 V% m/ ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 H/ v6 I! g3 u$ W" e* d; OThe 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,
$ T( B; R! N- S' Y# x' V8 q/ NHow you suffered for you sanity,7 ]; _* d1 K, `8 S+ y4 \
How you tried to set them free, ) r+ i4 w7 q+ g! D4 I+ l
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' s8 Y' L _& r3 ~2 d! O& ?( ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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