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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, D; z. x4 y$ m. Z5 O& r' h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * o) k8 u% m/ h6 s3 ]* v, e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) ~. V" m! ^ }2 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 Y. j/ R4 P1 H, TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 r, h. [! K8 ?& K6 h9 X2 W
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 c, N, ]% _' B9 }% M
How you tried to set them free, o4 U" \8 l2 l" E3 c3 A$ w3 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * n3 g7 j. M* v0 d" C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 X6 f3 B) R u! S+ s* O( ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / g& t; I) Z% S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 K, z* I6 o3 H8 TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * {4 x4 S: M% y/ D! J' i: }7 s. O @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% l* e+ m ?8 v- O6 E q1 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* N2 N/ {& H& S3 ^) U2 |4 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 w: g1 F9 `- M* M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. y; f* c4 [# @: n% }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & D( e, P9 \" o* I8 ^2 `, ^
! \) a' W# l' TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & I/ _1 T6 E/ Z7 e+ z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , z3 K6 q+ D0 s& R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, o, q9 n) C8 B$ ]- g/ A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 [6 {& T @6 W8 }% C" V: Q) ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : y- y" i8 P8 }' F7 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 ^5 k/ t! ^& R' i8 a: b( v/ F7 Z0 BHow you tried to set them free, . L3 w e. f+ m6 p+ F+ M6 W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 d7 z2 ^& Y" e. e" S H7 b" i+ fPerhaps they never will. |
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