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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) R4 j2 J2 D( Q D6 a T0 w5 i) a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ s/ y. P2 Z. ~3 i& x2 X+ ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; p6 F% p; N) U" m' FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 {2 Z# b) F- B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ ~5 ?6 Q5 [1 e$ v
How you suffered for you sanity, , Q6 `& |7 P, f- q
How you tried to set them free, ; Q# L+ q/ M Q! S/ \2 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ [, R" d( ?3 C( o( j: I$ a' g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 O* {; C. y9 @: Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! z+ ?( S9 E+ W% R" M+ K7 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 ]# t% t; Y" ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* j* |" s7 o8 q oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ I7 j/ q3 Q: @' K& NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ O! r' l6 E+ s& R$ y" ~5 B: v) f3 L/ vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, e6 a- T5 L7 H6 V, l" ?+ E+ c! nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ m3 V3 p1 W& |7 d; Q8 ~6 p& m( KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( o0 y1 k |! R+ F& h9 L; l7 Q u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 T/ g+ J$ C* M2 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. [. U, R% `" ] p( V& E- M' yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( y6 g9 N" U& D9 c3 n$ cThe 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, 9 w+ M/ J; p: J
How you suffered for you sanity,/ o2 y/ I* x- N& Q9 Y w3 x7 x2 ]
How you tried to set them free, d: R7 v% ]& H u
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 \$ j, v) V+ p4 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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