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0 A+ z2 x* N" t- ]2 W1 \. TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) S+ M$ j- ^/ j: p3 z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * Q$ W) p) I* z) \5 ?" \* S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. C: [5 |7 z9 y0 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ I3 L5 q$ @ c- q5 n* `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ m5 v# L: t H3 UHow you suffered for you sanity,
; d0 N7 d' K8 t! xHow you tried to set them free, 6 x6 G/ N$ B$ b4 k8 O4 m0 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 C6 W, n _! M2 G7 H+ l( WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 J( R! C X9 v, aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# a9 ~& S7 m2 d' ^/ `; @6 e2 j8 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 }" }! F2 n4 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* P+ y6 |8 `% L, ?" r, aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- a4 i5 D4 S; }- u2 l- ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. s; F N' h6 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( C* L# j! W- j3 c$ T& t. H
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 S: S7 f7 Y0 C6 E$ `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - q- ^: f+ r4 B$ k3 D' {/ c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' {" Q$ |, [0 t ^7 ^* d$ Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / K& b$ m5 t" ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 q$ H. _- o' e9 _% ?0 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " @1 S) f6 M' Z& u
, E/ M1 p6 g+ w- ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; W3 b" V. d6 i9 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
# c7 i3 \" F, p: ~How you tried to set them free,
2 d. [% d7 B* Q7 V! r1 n: kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 o: t3 s9 M/ Q$ i+ I) C RPerhaps they never will. |
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