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& D0 D3 C. u1 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % Y) t# e! w2 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& x7 j) j J, FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- V4 Q, ^1 t9 T% M* Y0 R HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( w. c' C j( v6 I. W% A0 I0 w- E, \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. ~" q0 b4 \9 I4 g% r2 @# p, tHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 z7 A+ Y$ g) G5 @, KHow you tried to set them free, ; Z- _3 x4 b# Q/ h6 y2 H' i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! R) P% B9 V T7 W, x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % Q& _% \5 c# K7 b- p ?. G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 P$ o1 D w q; J, B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% Z8 ^7 W5 O4 T* X" q0 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, ; M& X" W6 o. ]3 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & X' L5 r4 g' W2 e; E+ ]1 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % j% P% d2 A/ {; T
But I could have told you, Vincent, & g2 Y0 W: s* d# b/ y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, @' _3 h; n8 I" H+ A& jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' ], u( e" v: Y$ \( [7 X2 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, v$ D5 z5 Y5 L! W$ V! @! C2 wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + p& I+ k. a: |9 C
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, 3 e4 e! i+ ^# d
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 o, f" S1 x( t/ s" g2 [0 LHow you tried to set them free,
9 h; C u* M+ a7 v+ f- n! I7 r6 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 J: H* ?. X1 h7 r9 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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