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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , L: W% g1 X6 C2 P6 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 Q2 r$ j: ~4 a) F" T" C& b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 v8 z- }0 M' \( I" uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # u- r6 b! f+ l* u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* N3 o' _$ l; J! jHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 M- k. q. c$ a
How you tried to set them free,
* V) m8 Y4 v( A( b6 y& K5 }8 y5 U/ iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + D% c9 X, p' f. k4 D5 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 ^; x1 Z( E, F: x& _* O- a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & _: g, U, T" M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 R; m8 P, s3 X: S3 o( JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 j0 b- Q/ m8 M: f4 J1 DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 i5 N( ]7 J9 G+ K' T7 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 T6 k9 V% N; r0 I% bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' n# r W T2 h6 [
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 v; ?4 H2 |3 e: B. U% h" v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ S: d# N: ?+ |$ m' E. t7 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( V2 R6 {) R* V' o% zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ Y6 J$ u1 X1 g1 s1 P: E2 n8 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / S0 v: Y4 N+ S; {4 V: T* ^7 U! ]# w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# k( \3 M, R9 K- uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 U k- `7 h5 o5 N0 JHow you suffered for you sanity,' B f* D$ q0 D" e: c/ z
How you tried to set them free,
' B8 W) X, ^( L2 LThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ p: T# h/ \2 p4 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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