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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 K2 b' U! b3 w3 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* L" A2 H! F. i* u" w) TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( z' J9 [+ `+ Q0 ~( |# G8 e) q1 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + P& o- v% @8 k$ F% X% W7 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 y2 W, {& F( hHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ E( `# C7 Z+ h; M! q# ~How you tried to set them free, ! D. G$ ^! k# t" a- Z% N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! U, K$ b2 Q+ B+ g( L9 AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / @" H9 F6 D/ G: a; a5 @; F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' z' O6 v" h% Z+ t3 _' S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# `' v1 F$ o- `. {3 {) f4 l6 |: rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' i p, b( z4 y4 k$ Q8 h: aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% R% R! t5 S( D5 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, U& {% T- V# l Z7 ]2 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& d( ~, N [" \2 ^5 s- M$ O9 J5 YBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 ]9 u& x8 b2 k) [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) I# Z2 ?- i4 Z, j7 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ c. q4 t! m( j4 Q A; O" P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! c9 {3 @ x) `; D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( M; O6 e$ Q. G7 b6 w5 C' `; l2 I$ qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 ^5 c, i, ^. @2 [* r9 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ I, T( j7 G" C, t9 s3 C7 dHow you suffered for you sanity,2 W" h/ l1 Z9 E$ E* w
How you tried to set them free,
. s" ]/ J! x k! G4 D Z! ^They would not listen they're not listening still, ' Z1 u5 P4 G8 \0 I [6 ~& J
Perhaps they never will. |
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