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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & P/ Y7 ^4 b% R# K. ^8 A* }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 g6 ]- |5 U! }' v3 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ q# c% s/ Z3 X$ {% T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 w7 W# o( W5 e6 c2 z, {5 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: x* e/ ]4 ~2 s, cHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 u( [% r6 W: SHow you tried to set them free,
7 }/ ^& n# c+ i# C/ O8 O8 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# J* l& L. }2 s. P2 m9 V$ M, N* sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) A; J1 M9 H( n; _: u$ t. K- L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ V" [) j" K+ C/ eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 z4 n" ] s/ s, T$ m1 j
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, & r6 [& W7 A7 A% y0 v; z: q: u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- ~: e6 s) o# @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# ~$ {3 b7 t5 PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: a( k8 L' e- r8 _) WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + L E6 `" D6 W# V/ K" l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 w o% d. a' i1 q$ X' i) N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) K' _& e, U" g9 l6 L( XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " I# y3 a7 Q5 ?) g# n8 y+ y
$ b# |" }2 @, i! v1 d& S/ M! ?1 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : t3 x) `% y# U" a5 g
How you suffered for you sanity,7 n( ?4 ~) g; s0 n& j, Z* _3 \4 s
How you tried to set them free,
. A7 V# n6 M0 W& {: @: \They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 W/ {0 O3 R+ x
Perhaps they never will. |
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