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: f" S, j0 m) x1 l* M" {4 [, FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & i S$ Y9 p, t* |7 F1 S) ?% d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + {' S1 l1 Q9 @) X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' V6 h' d: H9 p* Z# {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; G5 t: q/ e U8 p8 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 T* L3 j8 P$ i9 y; s" _/ }How you suffered for you sanity,
) @- V. z$ A0 fHow you tried to set them free, & W0 X, Y8 t5 v& z P( A; b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 O$ t1 ]. U6 z8 ]* m$ x7 K8 `; e# JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' n& }) `) b! _, T& PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / R# v$ N- ?- m. ?( m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) v. _! N' x7 F- }& H1 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) G9 m3 R1 P4 h. r3 @5 R0 i$ V5 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 K- b. K% j( BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 k9 b8 B9 `; n) N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - n) }9 V6 Q4 k1 ~ f( M( F
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 N9 s. ?! F2 v) e. Y* m/ \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- H' H1 ]8 ]5 ]( ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + X) F; F" z. U# N0 Q* J0 B \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# N( n* I/ F N5 P$ r, C! FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & n0 Y( S, w, K. [' o9 P3 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 S3 c# F0 @, I! v/ PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ @1 ^0 O' v1 k) E8 C6 k. w) m; ]5 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 R6 x# _8 t" V. a7 a! _* |3 ~How you tried to set them free, 4 I( K3 }1 z& u$ e: z
They would not listen they're not listening still, j' ]& ^- {3 J+ z$ W! X
Perhaps they never will. |
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