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" s% S4 g6 q. k1 O# S( c" iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 G* l5 v2 r( r3 f2 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & u/ t0 c& a* _6 H% e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 e& ~0 R4 D8 o: }/ }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 X6 x) N% u8 n8 J6 p8 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 t8 E- H1 G+ j& V! F7 S, |8 l' CHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 U8 H) Y5 u: m, y( i8 k1 nHow you tried to set them free,
/ ^8 X- Z* D) v4 ~- XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ i2 b' b* I( y" D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 N( i8 N8 i8 Z1 C+ z! p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 D( h7 ]2 F8 SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, F( C; m) g. J$ E3 lWeathered 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,
- ` Y$ ^, h2 m- |# `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' F+ y) B: b, Z, U* k0 ~$ Y" S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 N3 ], b( d' x: dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 K5 A. [* t6 dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ A. o7 m0 M1 P9 D
5 r/ l. _7 i! k0 C8 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) X% o$ ?! b2 c9 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 ~3 y) E3 F9 t6 o6 X( T fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& A! d% u. V) R" H2 @9 z0 @7 E- DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . m6 ~% a: H2 E8 X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 H3 l" ^, [3 a2 n6 ~2 wHow you suffered for you sanity,
% u, \- ~, o% E' y; `+ c/ X4 T/ xHow you tried to set them free, 7 j% f- F0 _+ }
They would not listen they're not listening still, # T4 @5 v' ]$ S, d4 x. r3 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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