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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ n5 z$ |: L5 o' _( q5 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% f: L1 i! ?1 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% k8 B U- g" y& {. D1 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 G; q, O6 t& L2 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 T% J/ y7 U+ x. EHow you suffered for you sanity, : ~: q$ m2 J# R" l: H4 }/ Q+ [/ r
How you tried to set them free, 5 {5 N) P' p; [, @* z* k5 i# E- q; s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 s; M* z% S2 M! X7 V$ [" F, HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + u% W' J: S e3 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' {$ y- O* V, N/ r& u! c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! ^6 R% z- K. aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : ~( ^+ [' n7 H, p1 [3 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. D3 h7 H+ n: RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- ?$ P. `8 J8 K% @' ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. Y* D f/ k0 D! @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 @) t! }) ]9 ^' L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* K0 F) ~; w( o) f+ J4 v' Q' bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - k, B5 ]; j2 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 ^# w2 z* ^1 y0 k0 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. r0 n" I" n Y3 {) c# p( f9 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 m" m' I* h& u3 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
' @& [' b% J. h) tHow you tried to set them free,
$ M9 M% S( h' H4 K$ n; M' VThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 y6 Q9 s, n! G9 ?9 o0 D( w
Perhaps they never will. |
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