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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . ^- I9 o% ~6 _" |2 a2 h2 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
m6 ? F i: v. FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ ^) @+ `5 ?0 I" T1 L1 W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. l7 d( r# v2 J% P& V8 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. d/ S8 `" B- F' G k1 oHow you suffered for you sanity, % c; Y/ P1 n w" `1 Q' w
How you tried to set them free,
6 D1 O4 E' N) mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' Q1 z& }# a* N; V$ N- e% q4 z" H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. i I6 U1 h: B( N q/ ^: r: GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , e! D, F* y5 g& c2 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! ?- e/ ^1 q2 p' t/ Z( S0 [$ e- HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 |3 S% d+ W0 P# l9 K, J+ L8 R( i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 Z" H& R% _! q- f) w' r% [: ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . ?, B; G( ]: [( m3 H d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 F3 T- I8 W; _1 Q8 u4 h: DBut I could have told you, Vincent, " y1 ]5 @1 ^- R s" P3 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + b6 y6 Z$ d3 V+ M! G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) l; j$ x: a3 _2 C5 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 l- X$ J& |1 `- X0 ^; g. R; RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" ?( s* n& |, EThe 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, ( I: z. [+ p& t$ r1 P1 j& y
How you suffered for you sanity,
: T/ Z k: z! T0 K6 i+ C, z0 m3 Q* [How you tried to set them free, # R4 H; t( K) s4 E0 r0 K, d
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 r- I) \: s6 N8 B1 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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