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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % Q) d% ]6 s9 q; W/ z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / g q, q. m! s: D. t2 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& ~( d# S5 }& _! C; [0 F- q, R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) p7 t" o4 i7 Y/ ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 W1 ?, y& M: vHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 }9 j) p7 V* bHow you tried to set them free,
3 |, U/ E6 c4 `- ]# A/ b8 t% V' zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 c, H- L3 @$ ?5 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 }: o5 q, L0 H, r/ P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # B) O, v5 b) ?, Q) d- x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 h9 Q. A1 l7 x4 @; i" d9 h
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, . ^, g3 v0 d* X9 b! E J8 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 T q) E5 Y9 |* K1 x' IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& H# u) B8 D- I. A! Y1 k, h0 ?But I could have told you, Vincent, + |0 A$ I# C5 \* Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( N5 \. O8 `( a8 m- ] x+ S& ?- \
3 U. {1 t; M' v5 m& OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ S/ B2 t, _ d# k% R6 e/ p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , F. v+ a8 g) b* J2 n. {+ _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 w5 j8 q3 v/ d6 D% |( r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* \$ A5 X) R# {+ k' ]1 g8 c9 J$ GHow you suffered for you sanity,1 k; W* T5 a1 D- ], c
How you tried to set them free,
# P6 ?$ m4 J( [. T+ ^/ oThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 H/ ^4 B2 L6 c2 ]1 y7 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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