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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . W5 \; A5 E. }6 n: g% F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + f& W, G8 Z3 ], H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' x! S: O- c5 g9 Y% p9 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 p: t5 n0 z/ {! a. i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% k ^3 Q+ `. n3 h' _0 n, `How you suffered for you sanity, + g( T6 i! a% \6 O+ r
How you tried to set them free,
- C7 y) X8 H3 P. T5 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 m7 i) U' g5 X$ `' C# G* eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) O5 c6 q, l0 b% @6 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 a, b$ v# T2 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 l Y* y0 {6 [( c: G" U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' A! m8 V3 ~( J; P* C' r, [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" K, S/ @, T! A3 l% k3 z( \0 M( yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * E/ K9 h: M" m2 v* [0 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & m3 |$ |# ^- l4 s1 H( x
But I could have told you, Vincent, / x$ A( G+ z' A' {" P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , B+ E) j7 G) Y
. I4 r! r) T- Y2 x+ b4 u4 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 W3 O# D4 ]2 f0 v: fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * O$ j1 v; \- v) |/ ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : j: X# h) n" M; G
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' b/ [% {( j: J
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 E) B- y, }5 q k' l) ~9 ]How you tried to set them free, % Q6 M& c( \* c2 g) e
They would not listen they're not listening still, . f# C0 {9 _& `8 R8 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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