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5 j0 c! r; `% ~$ z* Y& G0 c! MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . T+ v! |6 `% m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 k1 H( D' b8 p* LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 W1 d1 [. j' J) f7 N) [1 ]' w. y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & A2 r7 @- B4 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, q* j7 w) t1 M& R7 V! A& `
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 Y& ]' G- J* [How you tried to set them free, ; z, o- H: Q# E7 T4 h3 j+ _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 j- F6 x4 n8 S2 r* PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % L. x( F0 `- F' h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( W& J* t# W% x/ x' w' l3 y' P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 s9 a c; J: G+ X% vWeathered 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, `9 ]" w- @9 N' C: g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, u2 n C0 |/ D$ P0 |+ d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! `# P8 U" E% b
But I could have told you, Vincent, / e' Y6 f( J7 x, I! Y# d% U( h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( z; I, A: q. R6 X& \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 w2 m3 Y# H: e; [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
d: y$ L0 R' Z/ X* @+ l4 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & ?5 Y6 ~3 L$ h0 w) k
; [2 g' z" F9 S* g3 s8 Z2 V! yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' o4 z' w7 U$ M0 c: K) l. @2 e0 Z; fHow you suffered for you sanity,
: s% I; Y8 {2 n0 eHow you tried to set them free, & W$ k. D3 Q0 O: f: q3 Y. Z! }
They would not listen they're not listening still, + O$ |1 ^8 e/ i: G0 G- R* w* w
Perhaps they never will. |
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