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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' F! {+ t p2 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 H9 i. n. d# R- W4 E3 q+ S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& F) U8 k5 @( r+ M$ i+ U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & e! W, i/ S$ o* u/ Y- ^) X! X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 \& y" I& D, e' r0 Y) h
How you suffered for you sanity,
* X( C$ @; \! i2 ZHow you tried to set them free, ( i6 c r( ]8 ~/ _+ e$ J! B" O3 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # K, @% _4 I6 [* i3 q" _- ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 J6 u8 w ~0 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( k7 W8 r, t; V# _4 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 U8 {4 w! Z% _' e9 o2 \* RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : Z3 c4 f& v7 W3 \% b) g3 C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , g8 f$ L; ?# l% s) ^/ w9 \* A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( P, W, b9 i6 o/ [, m# s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + m5 o) ^3 m7 w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 S" ~8 V: x+ ~9 P" `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; E$ c; d, \& x# X# QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 c; ^0 Z3 ~" Y4 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. i1 t+ k* J! K1 c0 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 \! ` c, z" J5 N. \0 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 m! m" t& s2 S4 H6 _1 O L* KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( h) q5 o7 V. o$ I
How you suffered for you sanity,
* N3 l& E5 N7 O2 S- lHow you tried to set them free, - i8 i+ v% M. l# h7 R) G
They would not listen they're not listening still, : L9 m2 q+ `0 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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