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) m2 G" [4 o+ F+ d: K FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 |+ Z% @$ ]. A: L( o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( K2 O* d3 d% g. v& y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) ^; [. [% r9 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 O' L9 J& e1 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% X! P5 w4 k( a# ^( u. I3 gHow you suffered for you sanity, ) H' g7 m u% ^. p
How you tried to set them free,
' r) h0 E+ t2 p1 A- p2 E- y0 r' PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 G7 i s; r5 S( R$ x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, L7 Q0 e+ R& ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; Y8 X+ v2 z) p5 W1 f% q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 H1 K" b% g( x* s2 _, r& B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 a0 L! k0 {3 U' W5 ^. a7 h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & l. `( Q0 O# T/ y3 X8 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, y6 M- W: z. @3 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: a% h1 \: x+ o2 h4 L+ |* l. \But I could have told you, Vincent, p- ]; i4 u7 e% T3 c+ I% t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; n( P i0 @% x& x7 v; Q+ cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ O4 l F* F) e n8 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + F9 N( Q" u: ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 N8 m1 p4 W) c9 O) E( GThe 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, . x+ ^: y9 @- F, w/ n5 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
* ]/ r) T0 G& g3 T' z6 I0 fHow you tried to set them free, ) j" x; o$ ]0 F1 _# T6 { ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, " U" o5 @% g. E. q
Perhaps they never will. |
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