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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + u- T( q G' B" j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' e# k# I, P% U( n. A2 A# L8 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 u, p% x# S, a3 |* j/ UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 O, k' W8 S$ G; R0 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% s F2 C, z9 z* `( `" n
How you suffered for you sanity,
# C3 r0 W+ O# [% i" Y, j7 w* A: aHow you tried to set them free,
( d: N2 o: k/ z7 `+ RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 K4 D, K% w1 ~* M2 h: DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 W# I" x4 p2 G+ E" r; ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ L6 {; b E9 c" t0 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* h4 f& ~# A H8 C& _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, `; r. E# P" J7 B$ SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 k: F; h0 a f! B! DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( |% i( {8 V4 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, l+ R# ~) h- `6 |: S7 p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# @; |# x6 [3 w) DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 M$ b5 I( V- e4 J6 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 q* a! V8 h& d PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & o2 }& ?) D* A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 Y. P8 {6 N5 Q0 t$ aThe 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,
0 _! C3 t0 C4 p/ L3 }. J* O. GHow you suffered for you sanity,5 ?/ b. G, B' Y8 h3 L, o
How you tried to set them free,
+ ` y# A2 n( u8 P" @+ R' N2 w* ?They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 `, A' N5 f" b4 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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