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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , ^: N+ N( c8 u( ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & X' F+ W. j# M( K- h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. \ |- |, [$ N7 E% z) m" hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 Q8 W0 {: o. K# U+ E# aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! k9 d0 o7 l6 p; m7 m7 N5 e- ~How you suffered for you sanity, : I# i$ c7 ^3 ~9 L0 k( T' w
How you tried to set them free,
4 X+ R: j. m0 L( tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! C; Y2 g9 ?4 O; V! r+ W; EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# x8 a0 j+ a/ T7 x! }1 R, @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 ~' z6 L1 u/ E/ _2 o$ ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- V# w0 {$ @3 P! rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% e3 [9 r; g c, l4 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : x1 N' w. ^% w- y! w' q- M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 `' E8 E3 p+ R8 X5 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ K/ _1 h! @& KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. B: ^) a; b* g& |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , p( K- i+ L- I+ V1 ]
3 c' V( c% y3 N' w. TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 L: J( s& ?" q, u0 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 b) e5 S( O8 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' I6 A8 Q8 O+ ^" G0 D z$ K5 [, z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 ]/ ?3 @, M5 u. J- M+ S, f2 a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : s$ b( F( J0 n1 _" I8 f
How you suffered for you sanity,1 C7 F$ d0 l5 }: r5 l5 ~
How you tried to set them free,
) _$ s6 W6 _4 M$ }" hThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' C; J$ p4 ~7 b# l/ W
Perhaps they never will. |
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