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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 p. t- R" n. u2 X* t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " R ~/ x- w4 h V! _- I0 h) w; R) F( a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 ^6 c5 |) r) qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) }1 P! K$ I: v) @+ o# j. nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
o# @. B' N! A3 l- Z3 g# C; \How you suffered for you sanity, . v9 B( e3 y* a ^3 L9 a. Q+ ]
How you tried to set them free,
3 `% a3 [1 P' g' C. i- oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ n4 ^7 q4 t7 r @' o8 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * k! L# g U: Q3 @) ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: G9 ~2 [9 S$ d3 W8 j$ XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. a' b% ^5 K7 X; O1 |- wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; V* f9 l2 n0 k0 K. r k( j8 z; M$ `$ |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; u$ Q5 D- a2 E5 W0 C* q4 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& P( z! A! V# W1 q+ ?2 \4 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& l1 P! P. D7 ]6 K. sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) a+ a2 u9 ?4 g3 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + R3 }8 r! @9 Q" |( k
0 Z6 z3 \8 w& |! N9 v) MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & L- B3 e0 r% `# H/ m2 h( B( f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ B6 k( E4 ]- \! Z$ A/ Q. CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 o. t* B8 t; p" W0 j# a$ k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 O- B& A: K V' t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 m/ \9 `' y! v: C/ v6 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
. s8 F; N$ F9 z& AHow you tried to set them free, # G( _" M" G2 N/ u! J+ X, \
They would not listen they're not listening still, " z% v4 S( E7 u7 w* Y( U; @* ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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