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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - N1 n0 u0 c, J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & Y# p$ p, |, U! o# r5 t1 a; v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 O o: m6 b; X3 w) u& A- kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : H: x5 o6 F3 g% K3 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. @+ v% Z/ m' T8 k
How you suffered for you sanity, ) Q2 ]- ]$ l x0 t2 A
How you tried to set them free,
. E, {- l% z3 x+ D3 R$ qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' m% D; H+ ^* `6 k* vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % H) N4 y/ ~+ s0 N; O }1 ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 Z( l" }2 Y# l7 `) _0 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. G. l8 I7 m4 _. U- a. `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 ?' h4 E) k. s( ~$ y; _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! ^- B+ m9 e' d4 r) ^1 z" y- I; }# o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 ?) G3 a! a2 r1 \. o. M; f9 a! QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, U3 y% q* g4 f) ?( UBut I could have told you, Vincent, - z/ m* A+ p' Z+ @* C2 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / U( d U7 Q, k+ F' S- ~
1 U8 D2 |2 R- l+ O' W9 Q9 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 z) X3 t8 v- x% p/ q# w) d# t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. y& y4 h4 Q1 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 K' M- X+ c/ L# J1 R5 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% @) R- S, {) I& VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( x, `9 J' ~9 j9 EHow you suffered for you sanity, v' ?6 M8 e# p8 \# [: E0 W* G
How you tried to set them free, * F" g% S1 D( s- v, x! b
They would not listen they're not listening still, # E2 \5 U; ]( A' C8 k
Perhaps they never will. |
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