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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 s$ z( N6 w$ ]% D' E8 |9 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , B5 L" i% r J5 ^1 m4 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. Z7 Z% L& \0 j: ?) V0 f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 s0 E5 r# u- B% p/ {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' p- e/ t: J* g% F* y8 Y0 z( {How you suffered for you sanity,
3 K7 x! z8 |2 k2 GHow you tried to set them free, * v* K( C- }$ R" T7 }- m5 {6 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % o$ V1 }) q. {- y4 Q6 a, D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ ^# z1 `( \8 P4 }7 o7 r. n2 LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 f# j7 Q6 X1 A# C$ N1 k7 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! M6 i3 O! `- r3 M- }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, 9 g s+ ^/ R% W" G8 m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & L2 V& W1 w1 ?- Y/ a3 T5 a3 d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) g& E6 } x4 f# |/ ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
' K2 A( A% J* C' T3 F4 a) ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& D9 U, f3 Y* W: dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & C, a& M4 r8 |& t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " h) i* X |& O$ L1 {$ x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % U6 p3 g' |! h1 H) ]# {* Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " u& \& ~& d+ |5 `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. E: R1 o; A# zHow you suffered for you sanity,7 z) n' W Z+ g- \) I5 R- Z0 O
How you tried to set them free, $ {) M7 X" }0 f3 I0 @3 S5 d
They would not listen they're not listening still, * k2 j; B u4 @7 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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