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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / a$ Z! ?- @% I! D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% v4 x8 h# }- r; iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 I! J$ I; n3 @+ o+ L! c9 h" A7 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. u) @' R% ]& [# }- t0 b! Z- u: f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! G3 Z1 A' u# J# u2 z6 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ R$ r8 }. N6 n' K( {. kHow you tried to set them free, & ^: C U2 S& o/ D5 o, A9 E- K/ X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % I3 s, W# A4 O+ j3 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; D% T' y& o8 a. w( d4 x1 q4 l# l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 B# ^* I3 U, Z KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, c U0 }" G- B$ _ X- ?% ], _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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q. g8 ~+ L' S9 [" @2 c0 [2 S1 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 T9 E9 i# Z, ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . q* L$ A M0 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 q7 Z6 p k7 Z3 U2 i) \4 P, fBut I could have told you, Vincent, . i+ X5 A5 u* p3 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " _" |( h2 B6 H
! X( a6 m6 g x, Q: b8 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ N, t. l z/ _' Z4 U( u# t IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' u3 Y. R0 J& V! ?7 u: o$ c- e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 q# \; R0 H V5 @ PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - s( B( O# ]* \# S9 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 C( c1 @$ O( A; \& gHow you tried to set them free,
, F2 x- c x( I) a. Q1 h& ~They would not listen they're not listening still, ( }. C: b, m" k5 B0 l# ?9 G O
Perhaps they never will. |
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