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7 ^0 U/ ^6 v: x' V: c( y; E* MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 v& z9 W9 T" I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ x. n3 @- i$ g2 U+ d8 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," v' w1 X4 e1 y. U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) @0 J/ `4 T! n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! ?; q- p a) [+ B5 I6 Z4 OHow you suffered for you sanity, $ M6 H+ a& c+ o
How you tried to set them free, 0 F: S& X6 |% s" b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 A/ }1 F+ k1 ?! L3 a: a* ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 e9 s l" y3 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ O& X; Q+ v( E( a7 C3 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 N( h/ U: u/ X& `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * i+ Q2 F3 l3 i" i+ ]. g+ l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 z. E. h7 H4 Q: n% \" w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 T! p, z% H) z, ?4 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- P; T8 @+ }4 M" ~# qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( O' A# D. J, g- p& `! l8 j4 R' G yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + C8 T9 H9 T" s: ^/ l$ h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( w Z0 ~" l$ B ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 O" e; h* L6 M! wThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . z' T2 ?3 T: f2 U* k* Z$ {! v
6 J! |8 m& u" Y! Q, w% bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' u# [, k* I B% qHow you suffered for you sanity,
- Y. q" s; I/ X( b& u' aHow you tried to set them free,
! ?7 z8 e# d8 Z+ h I/ {They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 k- |. Z# i+ L0 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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