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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& }: p- T; |9 T+ T) FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & X; {. w) U- @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 W+ b( @. g9 |! \/ w6 [, J$ KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * n7 u K8 A0 F; t5 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," Q: l8 q7 e9 w! a$ W
How you suffered for you sanity, / Z* V/ U! m$ @# ]
How you tried to set them free,
. N, i* \) t- \* h9 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, g$ ~7 ^+ O! s( CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ r, V, R' d0 M4 f7 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ K9 X( M( a$ g6 J, VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 d0 l3 l) y4 E! I* YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 d, r, g+ ]1 V& n$ L9 i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 S5 I1 ^3 \: S$ A) B6 [2 qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: p7 C2 o' F) U. gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& ~$ V1 b! B4 V1 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 O2 h& O% s' X7 U+ A J( x5 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 ~3 N3 T7 {0 o. c, hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ v4 Y* y o& Y7 L+ ?( ^; ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : B7 X5 \/ g3 Z. m$ F5 S9 B U9 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 {+ n. p- v2 T. \+ cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & ^) g- _7 [+ W
E1 s. Q. q! u7 t2 |7 Z' JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* q1 E H+ I, a/ O0 B; d$ gHow you suffered for you sanity,! j( w8 C, b* Z( M) l
How you tried to set them free,
6 L5 N( ~. Z9 {8 l. W C6 J/ sThey would not listen they're not listening still, . x0 W2 s$ ?! ?! X' P
Perhaps they never will. |
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