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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ T* o0 ^6 ?2 v U: x% I" v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. G4 r: R% r7 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 A A' M( }) b5 \, O) N8 n; zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 n9 n' p E! E4 V$ j6 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# f1 T$ V3 n& t3 k2 z+ I
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ ?0 w3 R' e5 v h) PHow you tried to set them free,
3 x! h2 J, x! j' [1 T- hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % ~& M6 ^5 d" n; N1 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & [& b9 C" W) O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 n$ p. G1 O; p3 F' C3 c$ _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; o& I5 v4 q. ^7 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 H$ p; ]# S( v8 S D* cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & g+ j' r& P. K2 ? W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! `; Y0 g- l, F6 J ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; @3 }% O$ L& ]7 f* m% w; jBut I could have told you, Vincent, % W: B( Z# K9 e( q7 d1 P: E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" l3 a3 P. l6 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# E& w* p% l+ w' O# lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( K$ C( f3 @' H# z9 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . \& W3 n0 |! c. F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 B! K" N9 B, R; l2 @5 [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" D! ^ [" M. v8 GHow you suffered for you sanity,' X+ i& t2 d/ W6 s! h* r8 r
How you tried to set them free, 9 t* n e$ v# E( Y) R/ Y* k# {
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' J6 t! a1 f: ]) H
Perhaps they never will. |
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