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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; T f' R$ b3 E" A9 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + }+ z& S4 ?; d% f$ \) Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 t3 u, ^1 Z( q0 l1 L1 x+ W4 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / ~4 A$ u5 M0 A1 c, }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
c0 I6 c% q* x7 d1 r/ qHow you suffered for you sanity,
' `9 x! c% r$ g- gHow you tried to set them free,
8 E2 r; p; {2 p! ?, Y/ ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 x7 ?0 g- _8 a! L# a! t2 ]0 _( b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 t+ O- { O! h2 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 p; m: \! J8 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % O- C, N' B# j$ `5 d+ k: c8 F# `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 n4 a7 G T' J. rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, f6 D4 E0 N( T9 {# E9 L% tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 h7 i- K' X6 l$ d; R0 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 W, j2 ^5 t i4 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ O3 ]& ` p; k+ k9 F, Z2 hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 x% h) T1 L( H5 [1 `0 g6 i
( t: B# P- g3 P$ O* ]' }0 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& P# ^: a) L2 S* UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
|- Z: f* l8 U" \/ [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* q" Y u& H+ Y% nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. R. Z+ u- g& L- v: I/ fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: f: n1 K* x2 m2 i' pHow you suffered for you sanity,. h8 A. p M6 G/ p) O3 q
How you tried to set them free, 6 D9 g' c( x* R& a, j- }( u. V9 @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ N1 t) l2 I P( j! ?' T8 bPerhaps they never will. |
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