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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, y A& Q8 P+ J9 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% W, l, a! c7 U! KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, y. L/ e0 u" b+ o9 _/ v n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& ~; k1 b0 W' B" \Now I understand what you tried to say to me," @' ~0 y- \$ e8 o" n3 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
" l3 A% ~% Z9 s7 d' h1 aHow you tried to set them free, 3 j) ], ^9 W7 e& A3 H8 a( u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
i$ C) A3 S. q/ G2 p5 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 s( v; D1 y8 T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& Y/ o2 \, C2 A9 X% Z0 t! M! y4 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" O$ a3 Z+ g6 C" ]6 F9 D! yWeathered 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, & \, e) s6 h0 V4 _4 t6 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , D4 h+ g& _" q" Z% M1 H+ |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + C3 m3 C1 m8 H& P4 z7 ~" x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 {. [* u$ P" M* g B4 \+ \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( e5 Y, Q/ o& yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . N, v) g! m* S7 n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 t' ~; _/ L( W3 R, Y% O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' l- N8 m* Y! c( x( Z" v) T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 ~3 {. N. E! W" r; INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' i; w* l5 P0 {6 j
How you suffered for you sanity,# M9 m! ~5 V( t/ f
How you tried to set them free, ! ^% @% b& ]; c* U8 c. h9 g6 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, " \: ]9 }9 ]2 r, V
Perhaps they never will. |
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