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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- l j6 o3 J/ v8 ~6 a7 ~- P. _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 O$ L B6 m6 J& f+ ^8 k5 v4 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 `# p4 P/ y# V+ J8 E; O9 T2 m/ K" wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ u9 p9 Y5 i6 \7 Z+ @# [/ lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 p6 \. Q, S s2 o- }6 K/ e
How you suffered for you sanity, * y9 o1 I- Z. ?' q7 a- `# m
How you tried to set them free,
/ U0 r! {8 \" d: t' NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 J& l5 n0 x/ }' \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: d \ ]) d: k* H2 k9 t7 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! j. w# e. \ A2 |5 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, r! a6 C" n- U' V1 @$ ^# e6 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' _( b" F4 v, S; N4 D aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 W: ]+ m9 B$ ?1 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; o, G' t; ^3 F, u8 f+ hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 ]0 E0 N$ T4 n3 c9 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 ?5 o, T+ I* X' p8 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 z/ _) _* W/ v+ `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 B0 G' ^9 n0 ^% K/ C6 `! L1 O8 f0 C; U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 a' p7 d! `0 A& Q1 Z" M8 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ Y* Z' @; Z+ r1 Z2 L/ j! q. TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + ] R& ] Y' d- w/ r
5 l9 H6 P' G0 \; xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 j0 g6 @. L1 M! }( E
How you suffered for you sanity,2 `( R6 [# w& ^5 B
How you tried to set them free,
$ u$ m* ?# {. }They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 D; t2 T* o v( p
Perhaps they never will. |
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