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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! b n) a. `* ?0 \) R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; p, P( g$ ~7 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 a- B5 p' { c5 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 I6 A. d' p3 ]9 Y/ m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* p. A q7 c; ^# f# u, x# h
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 v( ?( ?7 a) G V7 h. lHow you tried to set them free, 9 t/ x* G0 p, o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 n# \7 j, Z ~3 H4 uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * E2 [: Q7 _) _* ^7 g- Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & p4 ?; V$ Q! e3 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' w8 U8 x! O4 v" a: A5 y4 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : {9 k, [: _$ o; M- C1 W3 j
. f. z4 G0 x3 o* Z/ i% gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 h8 v* M, w1 H" y6 `) M, |( F4 g' b. dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / D/ x z; u8 z! z R1 Y9 b, D" ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 z) C5 m3 f/ _) J
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 O+ N1 D& \( Y0 w8 |* t6 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 f0 |; N5 @2 d( U- P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& R) v% ^2 L$ r3 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 s5 P! m4 }- R7 Q7 g4 wThe 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, ' t9 m$ ]" A% i5 B6 P, x5 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
- ^: `( I# H" THow you tried to set them free, ' K' w. x4 B0 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, + X! Q `- r8 m1 Z, E
Perhaps they never will. |
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