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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & \9 `3 v; a/ h" i0 E* x. S8 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 t- z( l6 F9 i" i$ u3 x' L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* Y+ D+ e8 }; Z: { R6 L8 h* H5 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# n3 P- ~. w# J6 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& j0 a2 n% R$ T& G" c- a6 m! a
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 e6 S. g3 q5 W( D$ D
How you tried to set them free,
% a4 m( s8 T" Y) tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. v4 E2 }1 U; |7 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 Z7 e' C! b3 e1 o/ u7 LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % D0 `+ _1 A5 @: @" U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' t3 q6 \$ R6 B v& B. a; X9 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 q1 Y' _( s+ z7 @3 B' i" rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: ~- r. g7 q5 A7 R! \0 w0 K t8 m6 `- zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - f- X- L6 E+ k: L$ ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* t0 p/ r- P2 j, X' V4 ]4 jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 j2 P2 z3 l& ~- NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . g+ E* p' K. v1 o; S
_8 K% ^3 r- Q/ H! ?" TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 P8 [( _3 b( j+ YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 |& y+ R4 t3 ~; W5 D: ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / G8 q3 n% t; {) e0 V! A' 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, 1 W) Q( _& G3 T( V+ Z, B
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 L! O( s8 W+ Y V/ k r4 o$ I D/ UHow you tried to set them free, ! b+ @* E. G! C7 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, : u; T1 ~- }; L) o
Perhaps they never will. |
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