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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , l. x6 n5 l( E. V: d% T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 T( t& ]2 Z% \# _& U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 O1 ?6 o, v# _/ K6 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 [" m2 j5 U' M( n9 v! ]3 Q% b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- H$ P/ A' I/ k: w. F$ J% w( K
How you suffered for you sanity,
N* r3 Y- f/ a' hHow you tried to set them free, ) m$ _/ y" ?' A/ G% _/ M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ Q( K5 [5 k; o$ @0 d f: P; pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 |3 p C8 n- E. j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" _ l( t" \, h8 P) q( K" B8 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & s5 q/ o6 g b( E6 W, {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, a: c: m$ V! ^; i$ r3 M6 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & M( ~7 t% k8 K% c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( r' J- l/ u0 J x; M: JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 {( N4 c. w' j9 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 g& K( k* s5 v) }6 h0 b: V: V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . M- y: V: w0 R" g5 Y* J, E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # u$ t# D* K; \& s' O; c4 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. p* \( t$ r) w; j$ \5 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; T5 _7 l% d5 z$ }0 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . K \2 j9 t8 K& K: m
How you suffered for you sanity,, S: x3 I. G) Q3 ~7 j8 Y4 k
How you tried to set them free, 6 u9 N7 x1 o1 l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ Z0 D: v2 L0 Y. k% zPerhaps they never will. |
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