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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 w! l0 ? j& Z3 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 ?+ t* r% E% j+ D3 V0 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 A) P, b% c* Q) L T/ _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& W2 q6 \: t+ K% mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* N+ _+ W$ D+ Q: |: Q
How you suffered for you sanity, # ]9 g& b# V4 F. z
How you tried to set them free,
; _2 w$ B1 A* T* V7 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* b) O# |/ Q4 u# N( SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 m2 z, U) N$ C+ L! {9 F! l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * }0 o0 I5 Q7 ]- M: @" f1 ^: }' Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ Q; Y9 k/ f* J& W) }5 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 _( T) w, t3 I8 b
: d4 }9 i( l3 S$ g2 l6 l7 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - K- E0 _* ~7 z7 U4 J1 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: B4 F; | c& {" I: c/ E" JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( k; \1 ~, I4 j, w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) V2 e7 R/ Y" H: L5 I+ {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 O# _0 J+ E7 @1 T3 J$ ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; {/ \$ Z) ]0 u0 f1 L& m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 C1 p( R' Q0 ? i% SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. d9 u& F; Q/ L' Y2 J' }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! q2 G) [$ {" HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 g9 d/ ?4 A. ~8 u/ P0 ]& N
How you suffered for you sanity,5 L4 o) o) K5 y3 V- D
How you tried to set them free, . f J! Y/ d, B- @5 C$ P$ P1 p
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' ~6 _" u* \! V t3 a: E$ k O5 i
Perhaps they never will. |
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