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3 X* F" r) D. WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , C8 U$ u* ]( M1 }% i0 b: {; j) t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 ?* @ M V9 ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' ~1 |3 |+ ?7 u5 e' M! x, Q3 r' m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 m& D9 \0 I1 X2 h0 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 ]: ]2 s! S% G3 M( Y5 hHow you suffered for you sanity, - R% w& N+ u9 {1 o+ @
How you tried to set them free, 5 ]+ z* Q; H; P7 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 Q8 y5 d; i. o; D' Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, k r/ `; \0 P R+ P* k' tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ~- Q4 b- N3 H" T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) [; E1 n2 g0 z- kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: L2 b$ e& m% V, W, v/ o- B0 i# b& IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. {. v7 o5 B5 c1 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# L! C& h* Z, gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ ~" X; J3 g& O+ M/ o: \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 g0 ~$ ]: J+ m( x7 L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 T4 [ W. g; @" w! [- I( i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ m1 J: |' F4 L- nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . M9 f! I% q2 K6 c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; P( c8 K4 d) S% @, _6 C
( w$ I( }; J, n6 [0 V& @! G0 ~( MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. I" b+ F; T+ r: {+ HHow you suffered for you sanity,
* k( O7 j* N. p& y4 M# bHow you tried to set them free,
$ h& ]* G7 U7 {) PThey would not listen they're not listening still, [" S- O% G: o6 O! k- z+ z
Perhaps they never will. |
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