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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 }( B! r) q0 e3 c, `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " p9 Q4 R5 r6 m- C: j9 O+ |. u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 `9 o0 Z6 v3 g- X) s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. D; A* T6 k S7 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. B1 P! R0 B' Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
, W& D3 b1 {* x+ \$ c* |How you tried to set them free,
/ y9 \7 O0 R' }- G, YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" V6 b: i/ p* b3 F+ V; VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " X$ S# `- @6 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( w8 R; v/ C8 b' }9 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 a& e' V" x$ TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - N: M, }: u* x' V4 t/ z8 }! y, ]0 c# y
4 Y" S' q, x; C% i7 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 H& W. t1 V& _: F/ g$ mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & L* C' f4 v0 M! K, D/ O: e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 g$ L3 `" w' H+ U5 H; w; xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% P# G5 O# p5 l- P. C, A8 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 e- j' N7 A* D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) M+ v3 k$ U- K( ?7 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- A c* V5 U( }/ z: X Y$ H* HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 g0 Y5 y$ p O, _% E- {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / s4 ]$ \8 h/ X0 D0 K6 X% b) d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " O$ ]3 }! s. f+ n) Y
How you suffered for you sanity,7 Q8 b- d+ I, B, }' u
How you tried to set them free,
( y: l- t! W8 C6 ^$ B7 h9 M0 h/ eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 s6 ~; d1 X3 l. f# K' _/ DPerhaps they never will. |
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