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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 C. p2 Z4 {: K* @, {0 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 }- w6 C, O; o }3 Y; O$ H5 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ k4 n0 T/ y! O; s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / O4 Y' r l" M# S7 ]) L- V$ {( s8 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# e$ Y+ v P9 A5 `1 S% d( T2 s; EHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 A! ]/ Z N& {3 m( Q! F0 f# N
How you tried to set them free, . n: M: }. ?" r. h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" o0 ]1 X0 L! l8 v7 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 ?/ i; A5 X9 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) c( U. {! C5 B, b- C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 }, ^& u" ^, J2 h( tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ m6 ^8 I6 A8 ? Z! _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* |/ |- K+ b1 ^3 \. j# H+ SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 e# {- D7 Z* _) `7 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; D' c7 N( _6 K+ }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 D9 J. s8 _/ n. kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # \! w5 ?6 G. w1 ~) f
6 K$ O9 n1 h- q" BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ B& ^# }! P- E( a1 B5 h, sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 i+ d7 }8 o) D# ?- Q. n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, M5 e# I2 ?0 _8 j5 b
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,
4 l# n! I6 P" oHow you suffered for you sanity,: M- y+ p+ B: [
How you tried to set them free, 9 @4 k6 l! g( X- f& N% a8 G
They would not listen they're not listening still, + F3 P6 V/ u; z1 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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