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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * s) S! ?2 Y) A" P1 y8 s0 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " d. N! b2 U" m5 Z2 |9 H/ u( ~/ F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% C- R4 j. A2 j! [- n/ g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 N, _5 |: h" V. xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) m! u6 ]. k6 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
! J4 x+ j! j6 z, Z( G5 SHow you tried to set them free,
2 s4 E& {5 Y" N! u6 ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 c1 n* }- O2 b; D3 rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 Y, d4 X6 j' u! w0 x8 t- ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & m. P: o3 \& J0 V7 x. X+ S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; m5 F% F( I# g' _$ O8 TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* O# M# z3 n/ l( v0 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ L- J! r6 |1 N W ]2 iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 ]5 N; S, k; H- K4 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: u, H5 w0 w8 k/ |7 MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: l6 G" z( s1 O4 f; F. v. eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) S8 N# _4 W# C* F, IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' j H6 M( d* d! f q& X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 w0 z7 w6 R8 c+ ]- N; @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . p( `7 H2 b0 r! O
, E; G( p& d7 \, mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 ^0 w5 A0 i8 p, BHow you suffered for you sanity,
. q2 Y2 V3 Q9 x) [! lHow you tried to set them free, 7 u e! f: R$ L1 O* w% E
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ z' @0 o: A/ U/ a) s
Perhaps they never will. |
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