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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, b; y! n) V' Y! }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 _) n3 t. T6 O/ vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. M: e* L# A; l, T6 p, P# kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # I' \4 j- Y0 [% q3 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 O- F) E/ w: I% |% G2 r1 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
, Q; A# o0 p5 O- MHow you tried to set them free, # f/ R$ h* U3 e' s o8 U! c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 i" T% y# j+ z5 _. a& A; A% z) Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & i. ?" M6 _' A6 w+ a$ X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; F% B$ h( K! C' q, Y/ ?( gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' q W; t. d% d( X0 d) c2 N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 o7 {3 m. r+ U1 W- h9 [4 P, R6 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) Y& }$ q, Y1 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : l) v6 V G+ x8 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 D8 F( L! k9 d. u- v! x) _But I could have told you, Vincent,
- x( x- \9 R9 p& C; W4 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & x; o" H3 Z$ g1 m% F9 ]* v) Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. x$ q p. v" K4 |& RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 s1 \; K$ `$ t. ~9 `! K" @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, H( S1 d7 b: r- d& V6 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( [- w. ` Z2 @7 k8 n4 r/ D; u
% G. ^& L- S t" a. B$ TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 J7 W$ b# g# E" W7 \
How you suffered for you sanity,* i# w* ?, p! F! q4 E2 V7 N7 z$ x& E
How you tried to set them free, ) H* ~" T2 ]/ i" n! i8 [
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 B2 m% ~ q, A: c, O0 T4 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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