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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! y$ a* d9 u$ P4 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ H) o* H6 }4 K }" G, P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 x" G! S p8 s* l8 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# p! R. Y( E- p+ B: ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 a. y/ S9 ~6 v2 w! N1 v: q
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 i A8 J% N$ f( d6 `) n8 f, VHow you tried to set them free, 5 L5 a5 u/ D: C9 a; {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " p5 o( O" c9 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 v% E- @- j% X% b* ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! K% G# E7 @2 _+ qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( m! Z, F0 k9 D8 b. j* d8 n2 j- ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 k+ x% w, j+ b" k& E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + l' i1 e( Y: f) g# E8 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - {% H8 g \3 O" L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " x) f! M1 ^7 z
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 b; ~+ A* y' i- c9 B0 R- [' |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 e! f5 H. |- f* j; R2 X
- m* q- m' h$ l- ^& M& [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' a' {6 ~! r! o! Z# E6 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - L+ y2 _. O# i5 w7 P a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
G. H; [- i) PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' X! O% b/ S9 x$ n4 o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 V1 [9 H: b" W4 k k$ WHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 d) }8 j5 F8 l; Z. n c0 ^; aHow you tried to set them free, 4 v1 h: [( F5 y& M: J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' B1 A, `$ S9 D/ _; l8 O1 \, J* RPerhaps they never will. |
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