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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : c; X% E) B" r1 @* \; E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / w$ g& j8 I+ z# h5 {( z# ~7 ?. @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 M1 o9 ?* H& Z% v# m+ f1 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% ?- Z( M& d% W8 d' @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: c0 E7 A. e0 q) Q/ u) c1 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
! F7 J( [: {* NHow you tried to set them free,
+ \; I+ j y% J, V! nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 W. F/ I* K4 ^2 g. \5 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& b$ e, Q9 U1 m; t6 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + J# U! T0 R1 j- X9 z, G0 h9 G) o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) B5 ^7 a7 K9 b1 P. B( LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / Y' o, E, u! i( w+ a" {
m( l6 o1 y, S. D9 v' tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 w% C! B# T8 x+ H$ W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 D$ X8 ]- T0 ]) L- t5 m4 x A4 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 c& B( ?! _, T. Y) TBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 [6 l0 I' O/ E# ]% j1 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 G% _% Z# W8 K7 o6 H7 T' { PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! q# i+ g; ? {4 V; I# G8 a) V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 y* y0 y L8 J* s0 L3 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; o0 `) e. A; E+ I5 H# S. D
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,
- M: Y1 v2 L% s5 ]How you suffered for you sanity,) |8 a6 ^- T. s% |) k9 t
How you tried to set them free,
% g0 z- {7 c1 n' V% U: KThey would not listen they're not listening still, : }2 h; ?3 G: q" q- Y% Z* m
Perhaps they never will. |
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