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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " A/ z- J' K, i8 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! H5 ^( b$ B9 m" f3 p3 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 }% O+ P4 ^8 L1 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * b2 x. n& k/ {$ H& m9 |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 d9 `3 P- W4 sHow you suffered for you sanity, * j7 ~. t" b) g6 @5 t i$ T# i
How you tried to set them free, % x% k8 K% G3 O/ H) e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * L& A- a, h6 m8 G2 _; P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
~3 p* y" t$ T( z8 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " q: a" i6 m. r5 r; e: j1 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 t7 y' F( V& k% AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, f X9 ~: Y+ Q+ J# `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 t& C6 c* p' T& [% S2 e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / W& S, X7 C8 D7 T5 v4 L
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ Z1 T2 ?; v2 b% t+ F5 v' H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, N* H. Q4 Q1 u* o9 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 A' r0 z9 U7 P3 L7 Q/ D! L+ G: V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 ^0 j w* J; U9 t: p& S8 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, n) m" a7 x/ P6 p( `
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, 8 J9 @% \/ L# s1 o7 V' b
How you suffered for you sanity,' O& E0 \) _: J9 ~1 u* A9 Y; _
How you tried to set them free, # `4 r/ ?' S. O5 @
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 w/ W5 G: k+ G6 ]+ `
Perhaps they never will. |
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