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" u* U9 ]% H9 i1 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( h! T+ C/ U1 @- i- K/ N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ z# ]% S7 W8 [& o& V/ _7 Z: J, u, @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& c% L7 I' R# T. m( RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 B, R* G# ~" A9 X% p& ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& B+ l+ N( K. U( b$ g9 n" u; S; h7 w1 P1 e: UHow you suffered for you sanity,
; s0 ]% s4 C* W! ~: k' m9 cHow you tried to set them free, : T! U- ?4 }; a4 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) o8 Z- H" }& d( O' K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 W, M' r- n1 j; @9 z* _" a& m6 N9 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ {# f/ c& F7 R: ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' I: a; f* E8 F$ eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 H6 ~& |6 m/ G% A* P
: F% e: @, t- N( w* E" X0 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . D6 s3 v( h6 [* Y* s$ e7 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 Q1 b4 T- t. s6 P( K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . A1 t) c! x$ d/ o* I5 i* ~7 H
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 u% t& Y- X% [* ~$ k n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - H2 z9 t$ j/ Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. F- j" I. }# e+ |& uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 c6 p1 [- K# @6 @5 D% [8 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: f' }2 m8 K% R( ?& `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 Q. @: Y' D1 E& p) V3 a. P- I) uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: X% c/ u; B" t+ @How you suffered for you sanity,
# m/ ^7 l# H7 V- C7 h% _* @% aHow you tried to set them free,
# q; f3 e" O+ J+ B; MThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 S) @% v' j+ C+ J6 g! z* W
Perhaps they never will. |
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