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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 M' @& g3 v" g4 T6 l& y- r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, d$ @8 o) s; n" }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 N; Q9 B" n; oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 k; Z/ ^# c3 t$ a# Q2 j3 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ t2 B9 R: f4 h5 j7 D! x. }
How you suffered for you sanity,
* V t4 z- e; v0 j f2 zHow you tried to set them free,
( N* I0 Z3 A( m% p5 D8 z$ U9 ?) Y2 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 w; p& Y, U+ R! I3 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: h% ]0 ?7 `& h" _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " k$ e t9 T, E3 i1 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * N1 F( g2 W# h: r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. |7 X2 ~* j6 W/ n% }! i: UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 x, i3 G+ x. k* o8 S( g h3 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : [1 S" {4 d3 X! n* m* P' R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 Z/ j0 W; ?$ x% }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' w w: Y0 g# y. B, _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 t3 f: G V8 D. I, v. LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . j5 }, A {( L0 s' y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - d; N, ]' Q( Q7 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / N5 G/ f1 D6 U5 w n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 r0 x7 o4 j# [# Z! o5 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 C4 v1 y3 M" G6 H, m
How you suffered for you sanity,* z. {# n7 h. [
How you tried to set them free,
$ G. J. R3 [- ]9 H, B) i, wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 N3 A6 [; Q. ?8 Y) WPerhaps they never will. |
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