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; l( u; T: o z0 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + O) ^9 z* s6 Q. o' u! Q: w" |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 k6 o" M/ d2 H- \& C B" NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! w# {7 w% D; c, _- S }0 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) a, G5 u; d& _# b3 t8 |$ T' ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% p) t! B* I: h) a, O# g7 c. IHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 I: i4 j& h' v5 L9 uHow you tried to set them free, 3 }% A( I& c/ }. X6 d2 W1 F1 R5 R# w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 E |, S* k9 ]9 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - U4 \) B$ ?* _! V/ L* j6 s6 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 R- d W3 n) T, k/ g+ v3 T- pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 p9 n2 w1 q( I# ~ W: XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 m; P. H: G+ M {/ n Z! \3 I1 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + }, M9 Z# g# b3 y. y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 U9 T( h0 J& q& R# X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 z) P1 _0 b1 G" J/ F
But I could have told you, Vincent, / u2 `. z% \3 Q% Q" B8 O8 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ ?$ c0 y8 _8 O" O8 N4 m: s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# X9 f0 U9 t8 m! M, PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( t. e, r5 D2 }" |# J% Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * K7 q H% n# C7 p, L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- M/ }1 G- {. A: j2 Z( INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 [8 d' ~$ [- Q* h6 T. DHow you suffered for you sanity,' }5 L( ~2 v' ^+ y
How you tried to set them free, , W+ A) F+ M G# {& C$ P
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) q" i# p3 ^8 D5 A n1 C6 g8 i
Perhaps they never will. |
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