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$ D. o0 i& u9 L. e8 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! r2 o- y- X: a/ q' ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - P" y% [. |. a* ]' [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 N3 J( `) k3 m! y0 M. gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 i" [1 E$ H9 f1 c6 v. B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 N/ P9 a: K# q9 L) d) }2 t; JHow you suffered for you sanity,
! r+ |- T. T A; m2 M6 eHow you tried to set them free,
9 P3 Z% k4 O- a, vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * r( |: N7 v) C9 j; |3 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 x- j. R( r6 X: ^/ ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - n% G$ Y: v4 ]* v+ I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# |/ M+ y' h! ~4 u* [% v4 iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. S' G' J/ N* w6 m% k8 P+ l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 ~5 ~$ d3 K3 o" q/ s, I9 Z/ W9 _+ }8 [/ kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' ~& J6 e6 H) N6 H0 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / Y$ ~4 R# v: s6 G$ b4 P1 S
But I could have told you, Vincent, / c7 m( Y, |1 i$ t5 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ q2 q, \" P' }/ W- \* F- I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ k. ^$ c# n3 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! G# _ k1 y1 ?8 O# U$ j7 S! L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 a6 d) d2 T% g7 _) d$ y* u0 ^
5 t: B6 w: Z( ~6 @' A; eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , Q; M/ }. `( h9 E. v! H4 y! B' Z
How you suffered for you sanity,% @9 o$ e$ @* u9 \( I) i
How you tried to set them free, , m9 t; \, E: K# n+ ]( [
They would not listen they're not listening still, . \# a7 w$ P2 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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