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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - ?% `$ V& a. Y( f! c) _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 } c% Z; T! R0 A8 F" h' J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 t+ I* `' y N* c& l1 t! ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! m: {9 w% t5 e2 f9 a& QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 b1 f! m" S% i- X
How you suffered for you sanity, ! L! K+ l" ]3 j4 b- n
How you tried to set them free, * K1 V6 [* J8 ?1 N) v+ g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 Z7 X& \9 F6 u2 Y7 F! Q5 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 z$ }8 b Z7 J; U, tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, w+ `% s8 w# B( JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 t3 }; [, o. w0 C9 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ p$ K- ]& {8 N; }9 l4 R {6 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 d: ], R+ z$ v$ k5 o9 S0 Z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - b& | K0 N) d" `8 A- U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' l, b( G# \+ V2 b/ ]8 H/ ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 R, W$ h8 X+ R D' t# p. l: N4 ^) i, }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( p1 I) l' f" o2 C; D* C. LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
l' G5 M5 K" q# w) A0 X4 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; A/ O! J, j, Q/ @2 X& \7 m( r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 Q: e6 e5 b! o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' @% a. G% R2 |4 c- c
$ n ?8 t/ C3 B5 b4 \. |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; {- [1 E, W# E3 Q* f8 U
How you suffered for you sanity,+ i4 L$ q2 K3 T/ R2 }
How you tried to set them free, l0 ~# a; p! C3 Z/ o& H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 m7 E5 G" G! w+ lPerhaps they never will. |
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