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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * d& P3 Q) ?( v }8 s! \; g- F2 } q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & U, ^ m& C; E" Q/ `4 |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 }% [ T( ^2 v. kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : O, I6 T' Y# J4 m, P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ M* W6 I2 X# AHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 H. e- P5 X/ k
How you tried to set them free,
" Z8 i0 N* _ |. |) EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ |3 w9 W3 `. F4 H8 O- I% IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / a7 r" w) `( `2 T& `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 U# G2 s+ m+ }# b2 C- k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : ]2 ?7 U- K* F, G, W+ X5 k1 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ T6 U, b1 W8 aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & c t! ?. v) z4 O, v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% B: N7 T! @, r( {: CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 P2 ]2 U3 W C( TBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) ~1 X' u" J3 Z# ^' \# R: w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 r% t9 L, X$ O" F, y+ @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! g- }4 p0 [* I( Q1 t) I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! }8 j5 G2 {; }+ I' {0 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 v% D* T% H7 l! a$ r8 _ v
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,
! ~" X2 V2 ~- J5 P1 D" W" s0 _0 ?How you suffered for you sanity,4 R5 u; b+ I7 y0 p3 d
How you tried to set them free, 1 _2 E' n3 j7 o! z. e1 j
They would not listen they're not listening still, # _4 C" \6 O; ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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