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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! d4 u; H5 ]5 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) o: ]' H* u3 S/ z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: l. @# P0 g% P9 ]( UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 U7 Q& f" a) O$ yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% X8 L( s3 O& p! _/ I$ q0 q& OHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 ?2 r; |: ~7 K- i6 }+ g: dHow you tried to set them free, 5 r( g/ W) d" B8 Y5 O/ C$ x+ e- `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , S7 _( u" [" B( y' V# A! q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Z- f$ m6 u3 ]9 l8 c f. x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * ^1 T6 z! ?1 Y6 C5 B7 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" A6 a' F+ W$ J7 p: v" {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . T- h2 p; O- ]4 `; C$ X
" C6 ` A: c0 v, ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ]4 t- a3 j2 B# n5 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* f# R2 j) x7 B/ xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ z) g, k6 ~ Y3 `/ Y8 QBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( Z+ A$ p# f6 `& M* ^0 i4 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 O: J6 t6 m8 G) [: l3 u- PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , h& i4 B) W( J" K( [- d3 {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 u/ e' q) K# d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. I* Q5 p% L# m( ?. m: S, g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & R0 e) z. K& o% s
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 T) ~. _" m# V3 l1 K- aHow you tried to set them free,
: U" s/ P, O% }- j8 [" QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 H2 B+ x7 Z+ i: K! e, ePerhaps they never will. |
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