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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 ?8 O/ `- A! }) U5 Z. ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' K+ `* C. g" E8 p- B) s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 ~4 l! [6 @" ]2 z5 G7 f+ H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 m: I1 t3 i. l1 d" iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 v& Q X4 ], p6 { F
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 z# u- ]7 Z! W1 U- lHow you tried to set them free,
2 R8 L5 ~0 Q9 R$ x; A) XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . W' M% S: A% X. b! [. g# q% n, D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 Z/ M% [! g# ]6 w* {% w+ zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & N. Z- l6 v+ A: [0 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, h, h/ o2 z3 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 i, t/ K8 o! Y; V, q0 R& h' QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 K, c8 H" D5 I o# t0 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 o) i; r* |2 F3 Y1 j6 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, k( K! e' l; ?" WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% F8 `- h- i2 `7 P, vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. i! r3 u; B! D5 C, Y( e
% Y' {: p/ g3 d0 A+ \ n3 \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 R! ?9 R" V+ J2 r' t' Z' IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 j; u$ m9 @) s/ g5 E L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 O1 }4 d3 l7 p$ i- |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, + _ k7 U+ V6 ^+ S3 C. x5 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 q# w2 F- U6 dHow you tried to set them free,
0 L7 o' M. P8 R; P# j+ ? wThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 M; G- }. z8 ]! T( I
Perhaps they never will. |
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