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2 w/ D) W! o; j% rStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& r! M3 Q% u! U% b8 ]2 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 ^/ F. @( }) V/ T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 m) Z$ I% U7 S6 a/ R. m) D0 T/ W, W3 iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ w! v* s6 K$ n- ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ e3 m! G$ J4 U& s8 x- IHow you suffered for you sanity, - e( E8 c. t* q% i2 T0 u; M
How you tried to set them free,
; C4 E$ B* V6 I( oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 g4 n& R4 A" ~6 V$ ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' ]9 G7 }9 g+ V" m- q: O) FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 b; u2 }4 Z, k7 C& k6 |& w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 O n$ @9 ~+ K. r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; Z7 B( U; ]8 J7 i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' c0 o' w$ i" O& R' IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # f! R! P3 g- P' }$ v! `4 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 {1 t. Y- }" P, W/ A9 C, ^# sBut I could have told you, Vincent, - t. w9 j$ J5 C- a4 q, [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : B' e% c; m/ ?* Q8 J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. i: n% [# C; }' S! i, r8 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : h: Z9 f. c1 ^; B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, @5 `' l4 t( f, Y- i
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, ! K5 u/ E. o- r, x* Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ M8 J/ G4 J) O* t' ~: QHow you tried to set them free, $ X" F/ X; {; V S
They would not listen they're not listening still, & H* f# s, Q5 W+ {' h/ i9 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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