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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( k. y& C( u2 {9 C; [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 m1 W+ W; d/ Z' Y4 M1 e+ vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 E: z! k: ]/ B S: x3 o& F* yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ m0 y: ]) V* R) c- ^- K0 J2 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 \2 n: `/ b, `" e' Q, J% d. P2 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
* O5 J# ~& K# J7 n1 \' }/ tHow you tried to set them free,
* r# R m! Y4 a& M- VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; h: Z2 I! B* sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 T3 X6 M) H0 V9 a; n% K" sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 W' j! l- d) Q! Q9 Q) i& [5 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. l; q: h/ a% hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 T* A* u x* x8 ?2 N1 f- b. x
2 J5 `" Y0 r/ b, l4 }3 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* A" }- I( x9 S xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 J w3 a+ N+ h3 E% M; @You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! g+ c* A: ?& L* |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 ?) Z. E( m/ S# JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, J3 _* V# g2 M6 @1 SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. A, a; M, J' U& EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 B- |4 J9 Q2 d# W$ I% PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : s; V c: F1 k5 _+ M2 Q4 C9 B& T# z
The 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,
' m0 P. i4 u+ F2 t4 B" EHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 n& |/ v5 c9 v5 kHow you tried to set them free, " O: ?- i( R1 u* Z M
They would not listen they're not listening still, & d$ Z: X1 x& Y- h- F7 X* A) S
Perhaps they never will. |
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