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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - l0 e3 s' P; C: y7 p. I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" _7 [+ K. A8 S7 rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# k. w+ W/ @! d1 K0 W# {4 H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; z) [/ ^% Z$ c/ C, [' J1 ]; T! W* yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 }" W# j2 u2 r' m: W) x, f
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 g0 `6 w5 m k# r" P1 g2 ~How you tried to set them free,
% w6 Z; n+ {' N6 y, m K6 A* AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 B' s7 n0 S' FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
G0 e0 }; ] ?& M8 @' BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 b7 \$ ]; A( w5 S" u/ |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; D2 h9 b, u d: S2 Y B! FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 D/ Q# _1 H4 y7 v. h) N$ t
O8 o% [$ s& J# FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 j0 e6 { g2 t* H9 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + ^( U$ f( b7 V/ _! Q7 H6 T1 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; ?; q e) L/ S* pBut I could have told you, Vincent, & m9 S6 O/ g, e( M1 I/ D4 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + a0 ]& I5 V3 B, P: S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; L" p/ @: x* H1 h" S& R8 [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , [' \$ m$ T/ u3 W" _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 E* K$ {; ]0 h c9 i. SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 K; t2 H5 w2 Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) \5 A ]% r& C
How you suffered for you sanity,( }8 ]4 E9 e- B' Z. F0 \7 I0 {
How you tried to set them free,
& }( Q6 ^" n& \- o5 [; B. bThey would not listen they're not listening still, * s4 Z# l, O, s6 \8 ]/ u
Perhaps they never will. |
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