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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , X: X% `2 ]& o4 I" O7 E* }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, y2 b/ K2 F4 J' ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* L* m% v* F! I1 Y" ?. \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# X/ ~: w& C7 `8 Y6 O( [3 L' gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 a$ S* [: L2 Z" {5 Q
How you suffered for you sanity, & M5 C4 N" N1 k% C+ s& }+ R% N
How you tried to set them free, k* o: W$ V" e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! n, N8 O/ I6 h6 C L% {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & }! n6 r5 h5 o* d6 @$ B- X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: {5 U, g3 J6 _# x) O1 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, i5 S5 L9 U0 m8 M. @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* w/ I4 p* I7 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 P3 B" [- J& [7 H) Y( F
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 |5 \2 N- F, _) n8 X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
z1 m6 p/ c8 S' p) w) ~7 C0 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 b# N8 d' L# k6 Y4 Z) m; `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 S5 K- f2 c2 [; A4 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( x. C9 P8 `& o- nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 t) R7 Q. Q5 G1 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ T3 J- a/ u3 h) Z6 U+ d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & p' O5 ]* O; Y% l+ ~$ s S
How you suffered for you sanity,6 |$ V# c6 u$ I3 l( T; t3 i. U
How you tried to set them free, 6 Y+ Q1 W( b, w( a4 Z& U9 z" M
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 `2 }& c8 z6 E- Y) p
Perhaps they never will. |
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