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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + e1 ]0 d1 v% E( ^3 n- |' e6 v0 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, \* u& y; n6 L- ]" e0 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. ~7 ^" p& d2 i( C: F! xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ u1 q4 ?- M( wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: q2 ` X6 t+ g& a; X
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 t" ]/ w6 h4 v# _
How you tried to set them free,
1 s0 D9 ^% d4 B; W u, z7 A6 ~) @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 A! y: b- }/ m9 S; @ u% B, L* vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 g% ? _( k1 q8 p8 G+ m2 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 w/ a+ w/ E- F5 p/ PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # @3 L' i4 k1 O
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,
0 n; [8 n: |# e8 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . ]. T, ~- s; }2 q5 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # v" f3 @6 K, E0 J) V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ Y k) g4 q: K( E" @; E4 P7 h2 U+ wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; D! F2 p% r" y& J! k: }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ f7 y% T( W3 I- F9 g0 FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 A( x( V5 @( g f7 HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( v$ P9 K* ?3 Y' P$ w
* X5 [2 m7 M3 {: V1 F$ G8 u+ k; l. k- MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ V5 c8 m9 R& c. M9 D; M+ R) a
How you suffered for you sanity,2 f" W2 A4 i: X8 l, D
How you tried to set them free, , E$ h# W+ Q! w" n5 X* m5 a- L9 Z% ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 w4 R& Y$ t5 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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