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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * E# E* m, Y p- B! N! t- I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : K1 w& |. W& L& ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 Z3 j8 j: w) U, |: ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 J7 y8 ~+ h+ p- k1 H7 i: ]. PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 ~. r1 |. Q3 m h- Z) ~How you suffered for you sanity, 8 {4 s) L* g' e3 Q
How you tried to set them free, 5 g0 _' Q% U6 R& S8 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* t9 P4 H6 }& k7 r- ?! \8 o. PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 x: X- d! U V* `$ J5 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 w( D8 T9 U z) ?6 x& |/ dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ @9 W& C) U8 c& G; hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( q0 p- ~3 U0 r4 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( p4 i3 `' r! D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! n; m4 L' m: D) ]9 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , v% y( H, D: w. R" K$ u* y
But I could have told you, Vincent, / s7 x. u1 [5 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " P. k( u* D* i, e
6 @( r C0 p3 O' `/ `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 J. U3 l5 B- `. v6 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * E/ k! [8 h$ ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ w8 L! x1 t3 J$ q* c3 ]1 ~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, ! O( U+ T% k7 K4 }) x3 ^; H, D! j
How you suffered for you sanity,
( [7 X& V6 z( DHow you tried to set them free,
' F) _" G/ S2 ]8 U( m+ cThey would not listen they're not listening still, + L2 y" m2 y% b/ R* q0 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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