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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & l. l) W4 c W1 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 L3 ?, `% v; ^. }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 _6 Z% ]3 h' Z5 [, f @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 p# b/ e! |8 K$ ~2 w" e4 X2 f( sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 ?, s: z; F3 O6 f! c
How you suffered for you sanity, u8 b7 Q$ W2 E$ x
How you tried to set them free, & V1 D& h2 ]! Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# i% ~ c" O$ S. k1 c' jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 D* x: `, P% `7 T3 |5 M6 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + t# s n; [6 z. h4 o' s' V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# k8 W. I. R: Y, \0 Y+ [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 S7 ^* a# L5 \: Q- G/ L* B8 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : g- c E" x3 A% b: l2 `( B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 Q/ ]9 C& ^& Y' r) J1 y2 u* p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: U8 V; ^* O9 Z% p- o: }/ n: _/ SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 M1 Z* {! |# S3 m4 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % k; w9 f9 g6 s9 r
6 R; A+ R: T) g% s+ t3 F4 K1 A6 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' a% d3 y/ L0 M! S# W( }# ^3 k" x; lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# q3 {' `# p* q, z- J7 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; `3 |) Z6 Y$ u; E, n, B/ IThe 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, ) ?: H6 x( C9 P) f
How you suffered for you sanity,; s2 r3 n) C/ X6 x4 ^6 J' E0 |0 `
How you tried to set them free,
) E6 s1 I* z% e6 I$ O- j" q. k- jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 c o7 ?7 ]+ t2 D$ Q: l Y1 g0 U. EPerhaps they never will. |
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