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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; v+ ?/ N+ L; L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& K1 T; n% ~; d+ r/ SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ O: T+ y/ u% W% b( ?' W0 E9 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , }& O* G7 v& F" v8 I) s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ }7 C. W4 }. w( j! K8 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 y) x- H5 S) W6 n i/ I/ \How you tried to set them free, : ], |& v0 p# \: r" _: Y( @- q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * g+ u. g; n& o* \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" K! N D* m7 u0 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % T: k6 f' _: A F: [$ p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( b/ R8 Q5 s3 M. }1 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 T Z0 Y9 l& O1 J: p# I3 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 O3 I9 n8 S$ _" K. j3 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 z {! t/ j4 O6 R8 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' N/ J( `& R3 q+ U; x
But I could have told you, Vincent, " `8 w7 R3 C, W2 g9 u# p9 f1 P8 T: R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & W# h6 Z# G: @# H9 D
% s7 ]7 K% q" ?) t* P# u) o% b2 G0 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
?: e/ E% w+ j1 Q; Z! v, LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / U+ E: O0 l7 g8 `0 I; h& b; R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 o) {# s+ |3 o& Y0 A g! V; \* ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( o6 ]$ b o- C5 `& V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 t* W, }; u4 A3 i6 bHow you suffered for you sanity,1 x2 X: E( [9 I# ~$ K8 r
How you tried to set them free, 9 s' N, U( t2 _
They would not listen they're not listening still, . _ n K, U5 k( ~! l* M" m% l
Perhaps they never will. |
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