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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' e) ~9 [# {) T1 x$ R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 k2 P+ _- y+ z- p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 j7 [, Z4 l: a' A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 R2 A& S+ k k6 T- g; J. W# iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ e" s& a g2 W* z* M" B
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 M; `9 z9 J! K) t3 YHow you tried to set them free,
( t& N- T0 I0 C7 ~ v" vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - I- `9 v0 i0 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 b4 L: ^" q# {; f0 f1 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& ~$ Z6 f f0 L+ D! N5 v* Z5 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 x& M) q) U5 C3 p; }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 K# S! M0 N }4 S# Z0 R9 b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 \/ G/ F9 w ?! XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & w2 ]# N/ B0 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. X% e* ~# l9 \/ y6 C- g( KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- ^" j# z \ \% b m; Q2 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. q% G" M& [5 ^; b! W
" l; k( T% j/ ?/ ~* u) X/ O3 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- ]4 Y8 }3 O% @3 X k: a+ qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' i! V3 {: a5 i# v, [2 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' E* e1 x- P2 L8 V! QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : u8 J! J* l1 L: g6 @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! L7 R' D. r1 ^+ q/ k* S6 Q% v/ O
How you suffered for you sanity,0 H! }& t8 W" e
How you tried to set them free, 8 D9 F: F' S& E5 e3 k
They would not listen they're not listening still, + V' Y) b0 z" U0 b0 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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