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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 _$ s' K0 B+ ~- N! T" [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 n! E5 V* W4 v+ T$ dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* w3 M$ z9 n7 k2 u" {" KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 r- a8 \% i2 ?8 o# C$ d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 \/ R, Q: k+ ~5 P5 n6 j6 F
How you suffered for you sanity, [, q. j8 r/ h1 L6 f
How you tried to set them free, 7 A i, z( j% x- R: D6 h/ G9 l/ `4 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! b& t9 |# F l0 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' B2 i7 q+ A7 Y* J' QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- \5 V7 P3 X& D* eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; s6 m# o" Z ]3 k, E+ l; p0 `0 G/ F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 D$ S2 R+ ~9 \$ W5 N. h
% v4 C: F/ i$ l; u$ dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . }7 P* X& p7 i0 {+ k+ o! |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 ^( U& i) q- a* ~9 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 b- l9 U7 p/ [" Y2 k9 F
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' C# f% W5 U) U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 O1 {" i5 J1 f$ O- M; m( g; kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. O( t' O1 ~# PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - P. D' a/ d$ f7 o$ V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 `; [0 \2 [- s' n" L% X6 DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* e/ l2 Q( F% T' ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- s! V% }* T4 t, {, OHow you suffered for you sanity,# T7 t6 H q% G
How you tried to set them free,
; R6 C4 m7 u7 s4 C/ o! wThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' k! V: n3 J; A5 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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