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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & I" p5 `7 o, G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " `0 q$ p2 F" ]6 D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, k. ~! w1 [! @. z& g H3 `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % E" |' p& C! y# \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 o: ?& c% U# |3 t$ B5 T- D6 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
: }0 V) h% ^, }: b8 w9 NHow you tried to set them free,
% e4 n* `+ |* Q9 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) k" Q) @) j( |1 m1 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& N# Q8 M) [: F# i$ l" HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' h0 z% q) U0 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: C2 y( U; |3 W0 c& fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ x$ m/ o8 r6 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( ? M5 }: c8 P3 v! NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& U+ s: B$ o3 N0 V9 l3 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 O$ {6 q! h ?. @- z. H. t. I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ e* I" d) @% A6 j0 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 l0 u0 b9 z2 ]# h# r$ z8 H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ Q% g2 w' u- Q0 A# |7 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. u3 ~% E& m7 z U1 G gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% _- v4 a4 h3 d1 R* N5 d5 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) H- n0 A; H- A/ c* @2 l x. I
- Z2 E* g0 f6 I4 b/ k9 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; o9 j8 N$ D+ E: `8 L- I( ^( ~- f
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 d9 K/ f1 G1 I/ v$ M- O3 }' b& lHow you tried to set them free,
! }! X7 Q6 q: n& }) B3 H9 hThey would not listen they're not listening still, - O" B, }; D+ w) ^: F# T
Perhaps they never will. |
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