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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( ]. f* U) R7 T3 N4 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 Z2 W, S1 m, f' c9 Z6 S1 n2 M' n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) @5 L7 Q, J3 l& R2 z) ]: g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / |5 W% l! j! x+ p- [& m( D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" t: u5 f' `" k/ u2 \+ O# @& H2 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
. f" M$ p' V3 {$ EHow you tried to set them free, . b8 x) B9 t: s" r, r8 Q- c0 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 k+ t# `& F% N$ {( _: ?4 |6 `# R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 ]( Z5 L, g$ S& K! k9 ^2 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & o" u1 d9 Z3 r4 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % b( s3 d; D7 ?9 W2 {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- f! z9 T7 f FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, a) ` X# m5 V" h4 B* U" x) QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 f: p+ L' J! i& qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' z$ M4 F" }) T$ z1 |
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 y B: g5 U1 _+ x5 j& Y' T4 C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" s- h6 M% j. j& u: P7 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 J4 E6 w1 E! w( l' S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 Z4 _" P8 d/ s6 A# p9 h0 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, H/ a4 ^4 B( ?- b6 {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , N" r. z8 K8 W( A
& _) `+ g% H1 q, U# G! ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. J# x9 l8 L/ s9 R6 ~3 f6 V1 b9 B. vHow you suffered for you sanity,8 @, q+ l6 Q5 f. T! ^
How you tried to set them free,
l5 n; H" S5 V5 n, @! r; E9 GThey would not listen they're not listening still, # [6 N$ q+ N6 M) ]6 G, O2 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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