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r* w/ M6 [' V+ E FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ i+ u- Y- Z( U& M5 ^5 p0 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( M; b Q; n% g7 s, z& b) c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 [2 R, J; m* ^3 p0 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 v! }1 F( A9 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ z7 B2 d& a* h" G) ^How you suffered for you sanity,
, }) a. H. n$ F) i3 ~1 cHow you tried to set them free,
, S7 Z# j! p" o& m4 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 b j# H9 n7 p9 r& \( q4 @" W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" W: i8 D7 u8 G7 d, n% i/ y$ ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 X, S' r/ j" FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ N! {6 f/ I2 _8 O/ b: R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 p9 ^( V" K+ \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 |! Q- L# P2 d2 K J2 T* B' OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, M. S- V, w! ?% E5 V- n FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 o3 r7 E; c* b6 ?+ I
But I could have told you, Vincent, - X" E% b6 ]$ \& i9 f- J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 C0 ?! o; g" l& k3 W- ~. _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + t$ `% j9 \6 K8 M# `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 o; ?- b4 N F% k6 |/ B' ]7 t- G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / m- o# m$ O5 D0 z6 b1 V0 V/ K% V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / j4 p% T) C. D
1 C8 h6 `7 [' ~' D% e7 d, q& e; fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 ]) P8 @9 d, `
How you suffered for you sanity,9 T. m/ f7 {0 N3 `
How you tried to set them free, 8 r$ t- j4 i9 N$ d5 D* h( V T4 X
They would not listen they're not listening still, + P$ g5 g" h6 D+ K- E$ @3 \6 k( P. J
Perhaps they never will. |
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