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- z+ t+ z1 O& e; wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 ?/ B/ y4 U( y. A2 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! v& @: i' K" f) `% z8 X1 \; ]7 z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 {& U* a |2 ?3 C9 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 ^ J- S' b1 o8 [8 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 @% W1 i& t. R' \3 ~$ X s& BHow you suffered for you sanity, ) y! u# `/ a, B* G, E3 L
How you tried to set them free, + a v; C. B2 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 L Q3 {. \' v# n0 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 x$ G- N2 Q/ |, }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 j- g9 O5 I# @; K& pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * v! [6 E7 w3 }9 V2 g: [
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- l) X. ~& H& E5 I( v0 c" sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: d( Z2 Q, F1 x2 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; Y) O3 l: o& KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! _$ G; j+ k, I& O+ C* H7 u7 K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ k- a; K4 G0 g& U9 t2 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : D! z% z/ e# M0 y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% ~+ R" I, f( lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 h D( e) i$ w' H! e+ @ c' x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' P" f4 q$ {3 c# N) x! LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! {$ g7 x# \9 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) X- k% [0 |5 ]& Q) ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 J! [6 b/ J9 X( rHow you tried to set them free,
/ y( g% o9 x/ O8 N: [- H2 hThey would not listen they're not listening still, % n4 ]. V- `$ D! n0 k
Perhaps they never will. |
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