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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , w2 _) `4 c- M5 f$ n" F$ c% j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% ?8 K. l, e& m# ^3 ~/ w9 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( K* T; q1 J* X5 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . y; ^; D% ~+ v" f) D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 `; n+ U" i( I- @1 X
How you suffered for you sanity, % Q9 S+ t1 Q( x8 p7 l4 f
How you tried to set them free, + w+ `. F0 c% Z7 l' i% V. f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, z; W7 v/ C/ UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, e: S. X& R& n1 h( y* j( W$ @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & s1 V) v% I) _+ `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% \7 H( Z6 d! s+ R$ \/ AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 ~, z; ~ h2 A6 R& }/ K
# L; h! d: ~) ~+ t' Q8 z8 U# KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 O4 E( S9 }8 {) V( {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 X8 }) F, S9 r4 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 k; y& `1 w5 C* ]( t s a
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) p ^! w, L9 j" r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + v3 `! d' o- ]6 ]' I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ c* @0 p. N/ N' {) w9 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ M' H4 s9 G2 `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,
r0 q# |# a/ n1 }How you suffered for you sanity,
' D4 C N4 H: N# X6 ~3 q" kHow you tried to set them free,
: s1 L& q* H: u- _They would not listen they're not listening still, & r. x! O% _, v7 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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