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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 U d) T2 n- H2 U, o5 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 k z( R% w4 U( A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! `# z- [9 i5 u ?5 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - F1 A3 r" ~. S3 Q; ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# e8 u0 _+ q" O, U- s* _9 a% d3 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 L [, a7 y8 R8 J5 HHow you tried to set them free,
) T- }7 k) n) Q0 W+ F- {: K& G# gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : R6 t# ~1 x/ f3 U( w& d/ h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! @3 s: Q! f$ K5 i7 C$ b0 Y: i8 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % v/ Z: F- C6 V! t; `( z5 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 |0 \# j e# J m+ GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 U- O8 ]1 Z; ^; [# h. K) {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 t' I" Q9 z9 a; i5 \0 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: y9 g, s! t, R5 Q; OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) L( c/ @2 E# M; t# G
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ I% o! u. E7 e" D9 R9 a( e1 S$ v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" _4 j" z+ }: H' f/ }' R+ CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 g s. o; ?3 f" N* r) K, aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : S t2 {+ V- I# M+ |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 F- S3 p$ _0 Q/ x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 f& `2 _) {8 N4 h" E: y
* `; z: F/ f; I8 ]6 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 R) x: z( J9 f$ c/ J: dHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 C0 ]7 i9 g$ G2 `6 r" PHow you tried to set them free, 9 y6 L1 P3 ^5 o8 v
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 W2 H1 F1 ^" |( m3 }( [
Perhaps they never will. |
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