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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( P, m! {4 g0 J2 l; Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 l2 T& |8 i8 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' b, h3 W3 R1 U- TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 y8 L0 ^, ~" J V; L5 m; \2 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% h' V! q% Z; Y% ^2 b% D6 ?
How you suffered for you sanity, . S0 H- F* q5 G% v# X( }
How you tried to set them free,
5 e+ @8 C5 s6 G( S! G7 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( Q! ^8 W$ W* F2 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! A( m; w; {1 a6 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) B. J$ q: K% c* v: _+ S/ G2 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 k" j! M( y/ M) y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! I" c2 V, o9 w+ Q9 UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( L0 c; R- n9 d) S" p" a( o+ J. w& i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # K: n( u& j7 X" K" J/ O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' r% C# O* [/ v
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 u$ M( A. {- `5 B! `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. V* _1 d7 B. _$ _, {5 p. P* xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 N6 S S4 {3 L4 Z2 _( @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ W# G: U3 I# G D* [, |; a0 ]5 K2 W/ p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 c; B( U1 Y. v& M" |" [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 G. n1 G; O: `
* ~, D/ p5 V, t, p( kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: W9 {! R. q' T. w. c: c1 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 Y" Q- F5 K4 ~- b' Q1 xHow you tried to set them free,
1 ^$ b: ?3 o c( z& p3 ~They would not listen they're not listening still, ) i2 i% J8 t) g, F/ W
Perhaps they never will. |
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