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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % H K5 M! b! [; J ~8 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' X. X: x' B3 z) \. SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) u+ u) Y9 _) Q6 b. ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 y/ m, T) c( G% ]. g8 s1 |, r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: U, ]5 D8 f5 A% @* w$ o$ X% ?: J
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 F5 t, U$ u+ n7 \3 K# }How you tried to set them free,
* a2 [5 B2 s* q: F2 r' m4 J* NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 q+ e N% P/ Z$ c" k8 {$ b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: b) T/ z, o2 L* h4 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 t9 d& o. i6 N8 i: a. i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * V6 O' K! L/ D2 {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 h2 v0 S) E. n- c( e6 v kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 _9 K, E- ~8 H6 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' K) N* Y/ o# B0 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# M* `& v9 b* i2 o* _5 v8 UBut I could have told you, Vincent, & V$ L8 O! w) R" m; e$ M/ f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 e/ v" L N' n2 J7 {* W4 o
3 i! v& ~. @- x8 g1 q8 T8 Y/ q: L6 uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 _' t" W. {( J4 n$ O9 K& ^2 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. m0 M2 l0 c! B! @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + y2 J% M# u7 p* t
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,
) d! P% f: ]. }How you suffered for you sanity,/ x# z+ T. m4 e$ V& I' U
How you tried to set them free,
9 [! }$ |5 k9 t! ^They would not listen they're not listening still, $ ?+ C! _/ r8 s, K/ J0 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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