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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 k; q! Y" Z2 p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: W' [' J# ]6 a/ D6 M" H! L$ U" BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, } q2 L, W# O% q& p2 ^) M; ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # R d7 t# d- C9 c/ q; [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 Y( t% A: b2 L( J6 t* NHow you suffered for you sanity, ' Y: D% v P) g4 d# a
How you tried to set them free,
7 W% o0 i, V) jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' b8 B7 I% @7 R: @5 w" ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' l# Q& i' Q& h" Q: j. E- b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % |# T9 {0 T1 n: r& x) O) f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 q8 R# A. _7 Y9 ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 g1 v. p' V: C& ^/ k3 t% z* ?- G, SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : J1 F3 [7 ?# d+ d; D; A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 S, e9 [( l( b! y$ E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 A" n7 S! L3 @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
s. W, h/ L& S# F, ?* w4 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . g, A- w: B- @+ F# h8 |) |
$ D. U8 t; w! M% F x, q& J: GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 n* u7 i. u7 m3 W; c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; j* l1 H' D( s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" E/ _, z1 C; S1 UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' E# O2 u8 f# ^; hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % G+ s/ @# |8 v1 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
% g# h% z- x2 l5 b5 WHow you tried to set them free, 9 Z+ D9 B% @5 V$ j" @/ z
They would not listen they're not listening still, + E/ ?3 K" @. g- k% `
Perhaps they never will. |
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