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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; V: z7 e8 u% Q6 c, J0 n8 Z3 y) s3 d( \8 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ g6 O9 s4 Y. k: L% W3 }& o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' F4 O1 A, b e' G, ]' zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, A6 C, S; i. UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ |& r, \ T( U8 \8 u( w0 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
: h, I2 P" A! X+ o# D- A8 PHow you tried to set them free,
8 ?1 ~' U* V* t0 o. wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & B- m3 ~, j# J! D. V/ {% K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . y+ w% n: ?3 q& Z3 {( J7 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! \' l7 I' b7 `) ]% \3 M: RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ B. V5 i% k, k' V( q8 VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; x6 n- J f% n5 }9 [
" @8 U. v: q/ |" Z k, H/ TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# v0 u4 ] y/ Q. y: n/ oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 [: b1 w. `) M" P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' x: ~/ J T# C; y1 D |: x. h* o2 RBut I could have told you, Vincent, : N$ u, E7 x6 z3 W0 x- `4 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 _2 f# i4 v1 r' S4 _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 k- S# x0 O9 H8 f$ ]" V) r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, w6 k6 }8 X7 U1 t7 y* \! ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - T% S" B X. \4 p" b* h8 f5 b y F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; T) w+ v6 l7 P2 X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & \& I* d4 X/ ?, c- b1 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 a7 T' \, b8 Z0 A# [2 sHow you tried to set them free,
A/ d! F, R) n5 w9 c7 r, eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ z: j; V3 p! X+ }Perhaps they never will. |
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