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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . {, p% i. k" n4 H8 Q% w& Q8 d% t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 T7 T0 y+ R' n6 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% _; N X/ b. c; Z3 O# R8 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ o$ D6 v. \2 W' C: Y$ iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 r, t7 m; i8 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
& P* @- q- V1 {3 ^9 J) q* @: c; K' C' e( OHow you tried to set them free,
" A! t: x8 v2 i3 }; `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 n/ l; a( v1 d$ g: s4 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( \6 O+ v; a$ T* a& R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . T' [5 T1 \7 k1 F- j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) q8 d4 J6 G/ m8 P5 Q' \; W# V) ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: G5 c+ [! d* C3 P, o% t0 ]! fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, e& N; B" W" k4 X T! V* a0 k7 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 H; [; p& b S& w0 y5 B, i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 o& D8 T/ k: M( k& {
But I could have told you, Vincent, " r$ ~: v& j. `0 N1 \6 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 @+ a/ }* o& D6 J J: O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! C+ k$ k: l5 y9 l, eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 ^" d$ ~) T' J4 D- B& LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ x' x2 n1 P. Z. }. F$ cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 W' z" C- s8 w. p1 q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & o4 |5 b- j5 j) R$ E
How you suffered for you sanity,
; v$ r6 @9 J, H9 H4 P& v! p, iHow you tried to set them free, 5 A/ ~9 J; K: \' Z; v
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) f' W' ?: E" x8 T( r& k
Perhaps they never will. |
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