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' v. b; Y; _2 ]$ }7 Q! bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ `7 _5 M- d* M9 B0 X" q) n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( d! D& u3 L* i SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% m# |' K- x! W1 Q; fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 s; X+ ]/ l2 f6 T1 P( ]3 A7 W0 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 i8 Z h) w0 |/ p0 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
. I7 E) o' q: F* \How you tried to set them free, 9 o! g. n I& \2 j) ~8 m" E8 i4 Z: X- K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 |' U( d5 g$ K2 a1 B2 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 k$ C+ X% y1 h' |, g7 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% J3 [' D& c+ I Y( }5 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 l, }1 o0 \: A/ o
Weathered 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, 9 o0 s0 ?! }6 @( \! m) \: x# w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* D* \' ]7 E- K$ L d2 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 B# ]* A; L& I7 y( R! d; E/ b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! x+ r# @2 b& N* t: `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * N" l, j+ c& y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 m6 V4 V" v9 e: bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ r/ L- x, O% R2 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 b7 Z( h9 }: |* p( d, [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ }3 X/ ~. s, [; j7 H3 O
1 u3 Z# f" h4 u- c8 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ F' ^3 K8 c+ G5 ?How you suffered for you sanity,) s2 ?/ e: N& m
How you tried to set them free,
2 I9 S7 [. c- q8 H2 @They would not listen they're not listening still,
* G+ E) L; S( U- E, i# D) iPerhaps they never will. |
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