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! ~9 ~4 p7 S6 K% H6 W1 {+ FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 R' f5 Z, d0 e0 g7 t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 P8 N" k' v: ]6 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ A; T8 ]' ~5 u. F- iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, T8 O, T3 ^" F- L" eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 F* }! h3 S2 c4 q; P+ @4 c0 R
How you suffered for you sanity, ) p& q. m% c' _3 N6 R) l I# y
How you tried to set them free,
3 g& d6 \: p5 YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / q' O' y. J+ t; P# k3 g2 W$ _" ], N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 Y1 O. z& O0 n* \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - p/ c+ b) ~- ~5 z6 Q# r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 T4 o2 T9 Y' S3 k$ u' S& k; R
Weathered 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,
+ m2 ?! o6 a4 W9 X- u+ R" ~4 TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* A1 R; I' i8 H" a* S/ q: O* eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * v+ q2 W/ J7 z6 m
But I could have told you, Vincent, & X0 @0 T6 D4 L# Z/ A s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% K: n1 F' i" B) @% dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 O* e6 ^" P% P: A6 l3 y& p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ W) {! W0 H0 A5 J |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! J& x/ L) R+ Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . D. {0 q8 s! `
3 S) P- @" \* A1 \5 S% oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 k2 z* U# D# f6 c( Z: sHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 v% H6 Y7 B1 Q7 MHow you tried to set them free, 5 P* t; X+ y, I H1 i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 } I' w2 m# ]) U8 qPerhaps they never will. |
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