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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 Z: R8 M# Y. d% T8 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " o2 w, x4 P$ h- B& l8 u; j o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 \1 w. F2 b$ g$ ?+ NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 ^" A" e! I; I3 s% R$ Q4 t* SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. v! i2 G$ J9 A2 }, T% T3 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 l K# Q- |2 ~% h5 m* q( k$ p' {: IHow you tried to set them free, " G5 k6 R: T. r7 `" K9 Z8 F0 N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 @+ W7 t9 _* a7 Z8 r E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( ~+ G" b, Y( y2 y9 \& B3 N. Q8 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! J5 a6 R, Q8 `. u! j+ ?1 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 R: {8 G2 F, F1 H0 d% \- l( l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 K: `" ]! n+ Q, NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" }9 Q! t. g( Q. Q- m+ ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) U4 K4 N o$ @* ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 n0 ~+ o8 k1 ]" n8 IBut I could have told you, Vincent, / @7 O2 {) z6 W) M! X( A9 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 w d: Y, n6 H: G: `: K8 v
8 O' }" d# o) R9 F. dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 T8 r5 l; v: U* _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) l. ]. Z1 _: K: aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ~ o4 ^4 n/ V5 [8 f3 {8 ?1 u' ]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,
8 {3 b' a( ], W1 y6 j3 N- e' VHow you suffered for you sanity, h* F/ B3 i; L$ g/ E
How you tried to set them free,
0 ]$ [ A. P9 a% ]. x& q$ hThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 ^+ J! n! I+ P L. I- G8 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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