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R4 u7 J4 r; ^" qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : N' P; E: f; M1 @0 |% y1 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & p7 ~! z6 y# l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) G% G/ {. U- }) O; f, SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& L4 \( d9 r! w; SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 z, v( l0 l/ h/ M2 ~& U
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 D5 F. M! x6 I9 w5 H* Y* L
How you tried to set them free,
! E$ S7 o. `# U; r, P) RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 d3 c: D2 \) Q! X3 x- AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + m! g$ K4 v# w; ]; Y- n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' Y) g5 k' O( f4 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; a" O0 a! A) K8 K; o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ [) ]& P' l- J, j" VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( l; N6 H. e' d5 d7 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ M8 f2 W( D. g( H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 {/ f; B+ M( [' j, p6 |. }* T3 mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 m% u1 v: }, ~' S0 u- a: zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " ]2 x, |6 ^# G5 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) c- v6 |% d# j, f4 q+ u* |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; Q- {4 y$ M( y/ r' |0 M( b" EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 j& z& T* p" `) m. \1 _* Q8 \% {
8 h; G$ I3 g7 J7 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + m- V3 J: @. a) p, e6 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 [3 B7 \1 R1 H! O _' vHow you tried to set them free,
& E1 z$ z$ u4 O. p! |# tThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 T; j, S- s1 \2 ^+ Z4 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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