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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 `, z1 c& _& [( {2 z. x/ }8 o# i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 |( x! g- k& Q8 x% n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# f: ]" z& Q* u: ]! |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 ?. U+ c; Z# e9 a$ N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. {9 J8 m+ |4 W P T) W# {How you suffered for you sanity, ; `7 q$ i6 m6 T9 c# G
How you tried to set them free,
' H/ v7 }" E0 R! ^4 N5 D' FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' |3 u* a# N: b# s2 F' e9 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" D- ?: @# B' u/ s7 u( B' wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 R! v) F" Y; z8 q4 U' }8 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! C4 h/ m( V8 R5 y8 }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , [3 O" m8 }( h1 [- }
7 E4 ]0 Y! E4 D, T5 k, P, hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; o/ U2 R$ N; O( \- ^3 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 [ M! C- g+ g! tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " h- [8 i+ g% D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" _3 V0 g3 B* M- w. X; iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' ?" r( z- W; i' e5 P: \' c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. ?8 {. N2 S7 {8 y' pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 q5 j1 |* y- {+ ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) i, X- q/ I3 v+ k1 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ b2 f& t5 i, N; n8 n- V4 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ s1 r* d2 O: O4 ?$ WHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 B( }9 x5 m! b3 ^$ u M) GHow you tried to set them free,
W. \& W$ Y$ H: d3 u) B( UThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 J' B3 Z. t" q9 \6 B$ J" c& m% u/ S
Perhaps they never will. |
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