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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - i5 s, `2 N& @. X7 M5 W' H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, g& A i) G0 W' {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% e9 L4 U: g5 K( Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 \& x, K( m# a% u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ V. O; @3 n! X# GHow you suffered for you sanity,
* Q/ c- n! m; WHow you tried to set them free,
" J% Y: C% _0 B! [ y* G% XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) ?4 B' L8 }5 Z2 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; [) }# m5 T0 X" a) V4 ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . w4 `0 C$ Q8 Z$ }9 L. Q4 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; r% X" R' ^' v& q$ W8 I# i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 x9 A. Z; z1 v; I+ x+ wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 h5 s/ W3 J2 J5 r3 ~& Z1 Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& p, q3 L# }0 i* ~7 h# ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 y% G* `: t2 B+ ~ iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 s4 o; G" V7 a/ {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& L' A" i ?: w( y7 {2 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : s2 P8 w: Y* }; g$ v' r& C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 q2 r3 s% \9 h! x( l hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) O" M0 ~) P3 B3 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! f- X* F! f+ B/ W% h+ [
1 P3 J2 ^' @- Y! bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! w" G3 l0 u$ G3 N
How you suffered for you sanity,$ h1 X2 Y4 P$ Q0 y, J: A
How you tried to set them free,
% r$ a9 k0 O4 s5 V* @# oThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; K7 h8 _ ? w1 N$ U$ R
Perhaps they never will. |
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