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: O$ M9 X# B1 Q. a5 BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' l; J) C$ f- j% U! Z2 z6 H" d7 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 f, o8 ? d# b' P: E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- [; B- x* v% D) ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; L, G0 J6 u# T! W; [% p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. p j1 |9 T6 Y' L
How you suffered for you sanity,
: H$ j8 v, w: F0 @ a( [& l6 Y- QHow you tried to set them free,
" F2 w+ C& V2 x& M" Z* P2 x" ~6 z! iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 Q8 c$ m* G6 i9 P5 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " b5 M% X/ J3 Y" s) J$ A) L2 N2 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( ^' M* X9 z: N# p- |, u' lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 D3 ?+ C2 _5 |9 ?* | s# |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : T+ r/ t; @3 V0 L: \5 h8 f
: d# @- q5 T1 j P. KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) @8 D! P. T. n4 }% e, z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 T( \# m% W3 Z# ~4 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' I! n3 v* O+ }7 T' XBut I could have told you, Vincent, % t! n1 K# @& Z9 _5 q3 _+ T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / @: i4 _& J5 Y9 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / [+ Y8 x5 O; A1 O4 B) y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ |4 B8 O9 ^7 B( v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % u2 W. X# ^, B; l2 l8 {. p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ D0 W- x$ m# H& DHow you suffered for you sanity,! g8 [0 e) |9 [ v& o- ~
How you tried to set them free, + ?: T. d" A. j$ J x6 k
They would not listen they're not listening still, : q3 O1 m2 s- |! X; t0 |% H8 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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