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( k" x9 W" b) u8 L* |5 NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ B* y0 z8 s- S1 p7 s8 m+ s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
y) [4 k0 ~1 l* JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 w3 X: e) E$ Z5 u& E uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( E8 f# D! j" u: eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. T" ^2 i) h8 _2 Q+ G5 G w" qHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 ^+ \& ^& K R5 Y
How you tried to set them free, 8 i$ `9 J# u* m5 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' T0 A4 x! l6 D& u1 }3 _% vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( z. {! ]! J& ^$ U5 l' t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' r. U( I0 l5 }7 o$ s, c; E) Y- g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 X- Y: T: p, R2 \- ? [" l7 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 \! P+ i0 K6 B7 | S1 p
. |" H M2 S B- h0 h FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( g% k" e( Z1 m& m3 C( F' R1 C" VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; ?/ P5 T, X$ A$ tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 y. n x7 e8 p6 t
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 [! p8 M W- P4 P0 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 Y7 f7 F( @$ [4 \: oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% D' x8 D+ u* |; S! E1 QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 h8 x; ~, [/ ]8 I7 ], {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 L9 q" ?# u7 o* X3 c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . i+ _7 m$ o; I* {2 n
How you suffered for you sanity,- e' d7 U4 H& P3 L. S; Q
How you tried to set them free, / S+ L* D# _* i U! m% `2 F% @8 `# G
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( b% n$ v! C' h( @' s
Perhaps they never will. |
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