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7 t- W4 {" E4 e3 T* j7 `4 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . M. s! b9 t3 B" S8 C. z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 I& o$ h0 P8 Y: P6 xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- t; P: M( ~! ^0 Z5 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" u9 h; i0 c5 h/ E! V2 t3 [/ GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 z ] ]5 N- E
How you suffered for you sanity,
Q4 E" X; ]( I9 w( E: r* d5 ? rHow you tried to set them free,
2 N a$ P4 L4 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% I& l! B0 [9 O1 e& E) e9 N6 Q; TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 |. u+ I U4 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / w+ B# ~ R' P1 v- {1 ~) x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * G7 j0 U# k% q/ ]! H% B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) D2 h1 Y1 j" h \7 {" a0 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " K2 \4 | M% t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. J7 U5 M& `+ o( h" c6 Y" WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" N& f7 k0 Y# MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 x2 A2 Z* R% ?+ q: ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 H8 o" @; R* T2 \! v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 q0 @3 w5 g/ s9 j# d- p/ J0 m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, C3 t) l* M! |( ?6 bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ s1 |, R S; s0 g( zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* {9 ~( W s! Z9 P3 c, NHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 j2 P5 G" I$ z. m# dHow you tried to set them free,
* J4 t: I9 I/ P! c4 Q) E NThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; T2 p6 j/ Q0 r a1 H) z
Perhaps they never will. |
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