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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . N( b& U: q. k- ?, b( i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% F% r( E c, A' H) E# ^' b3 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' ~" H. A# G1 ~& x$ `, U! \: A( e! iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / G" A; s8 }( b) c# Y6 [" j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# D5 y- e/ R% L, o& L2 U1 [# H
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 F2 ?3 {5 v$ H% R; v. p; HHow you tried to set them free,
9 S; \2 Q* m7 F1 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + L A, T$ {! L1 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 F' R0 U0 }; F* o( _# p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' D# Q2 z7 a% B D4 o# M, Q9 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 f1 }6 b( _6 u- C/ n. C* UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % j& a% i+ s! K7 y, p k& E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * X/ M3 o& i; ~9 C N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ]: l; t5 t& y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 v) }) Q/ L+ t0 fBut I could have told you, Vincent, & K2 y4 P9 z. M0 z, a4 I6 \# s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( I' c, X; O7 |
' d) x# w5 j E& i; n1 c9 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 V" m# v- ~) R8 P+ U! v2 Y' e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% P/ y# O: E; hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
?6 F0 s D+ h1 UThe 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, 6 X* Y% e! b. B) ~1 \& a( ^5 d
How you suffered for you sanity, U) i3 X' E, _
How you tried to set them free, 6 u0 I' Y! q! Q7 v4 R; I, M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 m0 Y( T9 Z) Z+ }. f/ n y1 GPerhaps they never will. |
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