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* y( V1 i3 Q3 } `9 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 I* b! w( \4 E3 h% M$ h' I4 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % [1 {$ q2 I) x, P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 M" r- K: u% ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) F& J, _, x! _! SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 {4 k( [" s/ C0 }: s2 f
How you suffered for you sanity, & v+ {' t% z+ g$ S( f8 V* ^
How you tried to set them free,
" z {: {2 }* y+ ]5 t' V, J$ a, dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; F) u; i* k$ W$ k0 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, Y. K2 a% q* u1 t: bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 I5 \) B m# x3 i: i% f( Z6 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , V& U+ ~/ U C2 m0 d
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,
% l# r9 W/ Q) P4 }2 ^8 L* rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & [% T! q+ b! @. c% W1 e- K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: b+ W7 N# ~; n/ K+ m# K) Z' N0 L+ KBut I could have told you, Vincent, / S& |1 J; f$ s. v# P5 ~ K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( ^( ^- L" A7 A. J$ XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
{. ]( N" l" c; Y) h% y# yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- |: S1 E* K6 w+ L* C/ T' A) p% fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 `# y- l; `0 N) q: a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 \" u" t3 x9 {: B! K: Y9 ?! N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" J2 E3 \5 g9 W" m0 J+ rHow you suffered for you sanity,! K3 Q; K$ _, ?. h: Y
How you tried to set them free, / f; n" O+ S9 K! M( N0 f
They would not listen they're not listening still, # L- M" t* d; g1 W0 p3 `' ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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