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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) T# U) U. \- P' n3 h2 a! U2 S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 O8 f0 M& d1 K r2 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ n- v& m$ C* I$ _- E; ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 w' ]/ i) C A% U1 v# Y* R. A, K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
_% m3 V9 q( cHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 M# ` J9 B) e4 R0 Z$ R( w' s- ~! V X
How you tried to set them free,
" z/ N3 ]" Z6 |- F4 {9 E- x) WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! I# b+ @% I; O7 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) l& P& U+ u' c% |: y5 k. r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 l2 W& c) M$ a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 l5 ?; A* D# I& n1 v4 N- _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / h/ N) y6 h5 X! E+ N% \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 I, d( _0 a. L. u/ Z) g6 ~+ D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# F) p! e6 Y8 D* F; g& RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 b( T5 y' a- l# E! h S+ }; d$ HBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ B6 {# [! n0 B' X3 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 B( M! z4 D) @' ~3 O
0 }1 |! O3 H# d: v6 g; D1 ?2 K! hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 n0 h O; R6 g2 ?" gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* I. \) s4 C* u; O9 P9 y5 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) J0 w# N6 d( u% c: [& E6 F' N# |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( z$ }4 Q$ `9 Q: `- GHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 E6 l% P7 R, \: {How you tried to set them free, I* S: j- F4 u. R) z8 d E% x
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ?/ ?9 y* ]; y7 ^* I
Perhaps they never will. |
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