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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' D- w% e) R! ^, t) ^; j! f3 X- O) ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 T; }$ V6 o% }# }6 i; H0 C$ N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' m& {( Q5 Z/ ?* L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- m5 X9 q8 e& [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, z7 x; N( T4 \( hHow you suffered for you sanity, % Q8 q6 b }8 p) @/ L5 \! ^
How you tried to set them free, % q) B8 i+ t( @7 g" Y$ g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : U8 K* N/ U. t; Z3 I3 V" u2 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / l4 Y% u! x: P2 Z: W% e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % _/ M' n3 {0 w5 B) r$ D) g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 I% @7 Q: M0 t/ I) \+ j& hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; j0 W9 D- @/ UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 w2 ?1 j* w# t* b; Y5 y: R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% S) I4 F6 h4 \( i( ?# t. kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 S% n# K* e8 d. z8 F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( c1 _' r0 c' _- k* wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! d7 \# t$ |. P& p" [" sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 J) g) P8 M+ }" N+ h+ e o# BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . U# c: S; M; C) t. J% _5 A) R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ [: ^$ l ` x9 _% t. N
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, & S+ K6 G; l9 j z/ b
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 x# k e7 Y V; Y; `- K# J$ ZHow you tried to set them free,
z4 @9 v0 s5 }4 UThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( W* X. ?; A2 A, l+ R
Perhaps they never will. |
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