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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * g) ?% X9 B, I3 M: z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
d; X0 [' ^. F7 K) z% V, C' G* PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ ?2 c. [9 r! @( @ TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : L- V. s+ d" G D7 p* W' h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 K2 N9 a+ G p5 _* EHow you suffered for you sanity, |6 H% y. F) D2 Q. {, r8 F
How you tried to set them free, + [+ U/ [# T5 O3 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % D* D+ C& F3 G7 ?/ B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 L6 M( c [. O/ \9 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 n; p0 F3 K5 x5 h( c. N3 d- l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& B* k3 J l- I' M* J: gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ |- N+ x2 X6 L+ sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 h/ \, M" s; y' B, RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% Q' K( h" y( p" `4 ]# E9 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; A4 s0 z) F0 p/ h* O" A: ]! gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 Y5 K9 W8 c5 k6 _" ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. ]7 t H" a' Q K2 O- JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, g6 {) d% [& s3 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; a$ z/ ]8 Z6 Y9 J# H. N" ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" Z1 z" K6 @5 g9 c) M6 f( fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ P0 b8 c" {0 U$ jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* b) \# j* S5 M5 \8 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 R/ \; D- v p3 Z0 a! uHow you tried to set them free,
0 [4 H v: y! }) D+ W2 ]+ a! AThey would not listen they're not listening still, & @! R. \2 H9 o& k C
Perhaps they never will. |
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