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, s; a' Z/ r- g. M, ?+ FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 f9 D7 ^2 G* H+ L0 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. J% m" O* P% c& W/ H9 V2 i1 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- p+ j4 d' s; b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& X& v2 X& ], {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 P2 ]/ J6 Z4 k( mHow you suffered for you sanity, : _# r- g _% C4 M2 \6 w9 U8 w
How you tried to set them free,
8 p3 ~* \# b* n# ^6 J" MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 a5 \% M) P8 s2 E/ G% N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, k3 P8 L U- e+ h; o4 |7 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & z# X* Q9 E& L) \) j% h0 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 Q- Z0 G- ~0 o( E& w1 C* {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: |, v2 V+ F+ Z( V- k' }$ H. |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( I% p- r1 H B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 T- {6 Y( M' o' h, YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : u1 T8 p' D3 B _
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' s* [& ~6 l9 X* Q7 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 i6 K8 }4 Q- S6 j* y- a2 z! RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' ~* ?/ M" d0 ]& O. l8 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! m5 ~- y+ c5 n) J- \6 F) _, D0 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % b. i. y! u- A# D' A
% m: Y2 V' R1 y6 u9 r' ]: ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & S T# d3 J8 f5 B- _& f
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ a) o+ b3 e, H& \ I. b4 qHow you tried to set them free, 1 v$ @; T7 @$ V' @; g, x6 O
They would not listen they're not listening still, - @6 R, b: \1 v. [" R; O
Perhaps they never will. |
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