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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ Z. N. Y# R: `8 {* `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( u! Z$ g; g5 Z% p! a4 d8 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: @/ x' j; S+ u0 N/ X$ DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: n+ d* }6 y( \* a( U d, QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 \/ Q7 Z5 t1 ?8 X0 D( F2 n( ]How you suffered for you sanity,
0 f5 e4 \! G$ v1 ]' L1 }How you tried to set them free,
$ G+ C1 }; |, h) r4 j3 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . X* p7 g; b4 P+ W4 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& I. q( L4 V. t. MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 H3 Z4 ^! S+ z8 E" J: B k* z% ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . U0 d5 k7 f5 ?4 ]2 o
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, # Q4 m' {0 W K; m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 a E0 k6 x/ ~, ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) {+ T6 N* `! n, y% w% U bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 i' r. }/ p+ E @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' V% V* \' `, ?& }! n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * {5 U y5 J. Q2 S# d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 W% R y5 U1 z. `( ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, Q5 r1 X' R+ P% s8 s' o8 i+ R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & F7 F- g3 d% s0 }6 q: J" u. H; V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . h% U6 m6 ~. n y g$ o
How you suffered for you sanity,. p" B6 G) s# s
How you tried to set them free,
+ D. _* x) c* r- k9 k! T% i$ bThey would not listen they're not listening still, * `, k! r7 y. n
Perhaps they never will. |
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