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. r; ]$ i3 X1 r% ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: n9 }& E8 E9 o/ V) }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / @7 r0 b# B! }3 X4 L2 }$ Y5 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, y+ [" ]. F. s) hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 X6 N; R6 x/ k2 s4 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# P. m( w. j9 h0 e, `- {" o/ z+ Q3 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
- o, h }0 A! ~+ UHow you tried to set them free, 8 v9 n/ g9 o" r' m8 N5 U6 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( x# L9 C- S( M+ Z& EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 N z( R! j- o* [$ ~$ ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / Z# f1 i$ G& a+ m+ Y& ^9 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( \# d% q& W+ g2 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , H" C- {; F* H# j6 A" R1 |0 \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + E" K$ e0 V% W" b7 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . _6 r% G" _- I3 ^3 T& p& I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 D% u8 W4 n) H- Z; P
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 S- @1 ]% ]- ?& ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " x$ }$ f9 r% Y! {
- b P- I( p( u I! cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 ~& H5 O! M0 `) h" dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % Y# x3 I. p% G% f, n, e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . b0 r/ I' e. E; [3 s4 F L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . T5 x: m# k+ @/ c) {1 ? M3 r& p
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 N% G+ W! V- E9 MHow you tried to set them free,
9 c2 T! e: x" k8 s& `They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 b4 m$ {% a8 U: ?6 l. CPerhaps they never will. |
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