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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 W8 H7 ~: k" T# p6 @# `9 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' B+ n3 x: R3 b# ^) S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; \8 `, K9 P' |% ]$ b+ ]; s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 r4 u! V& p6 @3 Q. L+ Z: M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' |% _+ x% a5 q+ a* d3 W: k" SHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 A" y l" X0 u
How you tried to set them free, 8 l3 G! D5 c0 c4 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # {. P5 O- c& \$ ]) T7 |: {. j" t4 g) A& m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
]8 r! {8 \. P8 |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 q* z& O' P; J2 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % \1 R Q- Q6 Q- {+ @9 w4 k& S$ p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! I7 f' X/ u5 a/ b3 C- L) D+ z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 [1 I, K! C* }" g; r: ^- R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . C2 |; D# [( |$ G t0 t) N/ _& H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 a, G9 v: A$ O. Q8 {But I could have told you, Vincent, $ D# K: s$ e5 K! r# |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 O E% U7 H. Y+ U5 z1 s4 A
: c: }2 F# F2 Y3 c) k' r" xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 Q) g+ H0 D4 ^! U! [1 t6 e' I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& _1 P; ~( y9 ?+ a) P6 C1 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 u% |5 g& L0 Z0 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ z6 o$ q s! }7 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 R- c) T3 d9 @- y1 t3 v2 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 f$ O9 p5 ~, S8 z5 AHow you tried to set them free, 3 {8 y( a) d$ k6 O# ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, * Z8 p) G5 O8 e
Perhaps they never will. |
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