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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , n7 V& u2 r7 w9 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 p# I# M8 ~! Z& x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 B3 |, i8 K" ]. T! w) t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % }4 ~7 y2 ^& n0 ^4 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! s. R5 {- r; }' t
How you suffered for you sanity, / O0 N, W$ b2 B; l2 T$ R5 G
How you tried to set them free,
( l0 {& r" ~1 X2 `0 g( mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + Q1 F, i8 j. g; c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( s0 d& {" Q$ I: g. u* E4 h* b8 a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 n5 k7 L' I" r% E2 S. j/ v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ e) R5 N Z) C7 b, F! I9 m9 B, G, iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& Z3 | U, V" r7 Q8 n' CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 U m0 @# S; aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , r& A$ \8 M& H7 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 }* o7 d. p7 c& w9 ]But I could have told you, Vincent, ) R( Q8 S5 Q [/ W" \$ ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; g) Q2 v, E o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ Z. [. F3 Z4 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , b9 P! j3 ^1 o( V: {5 k# U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. o# v2 P( h/ i: x: a! v4 x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ u I+ d5 m4 V, z; j& c3 x' Z0 {2 C
How you suffered for you sanity,! F* h: t7 p4 T7 x
How you tried to set them free, - A6 s3 [) H' z8 o2 |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 D% L' K' P3 v2 E9 z" k! VPerhaps they never will. |
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