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7 ~# t1 a+ P; J% E& m; Q uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 V3 k$ P, s' @$ ?) P; J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % | K0 O9 t$ y$ c4 ~( z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 E6 f/ l% G9 N7 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ |! m+ X P' INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 I+ H$ L7 {( m5 u- W* zHow you suffered for you sanity,
, l! n% M6 o2 x% pHow you tried to set them free, 9 o& L! _6 P i% s: A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) w) u+ u" q- t* L8 _& c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # m( f; Y g$ S: i& T) c: l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , A, ~3 n4 j0 W& R+ B0 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( ?; l, D( H4 P2 ?8 D6 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ H8 | V9 o: E5 q6 j; XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, O2 j8 c$ e2 J/ v" D" iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! k# C" [1 e. \) c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 T$ \0 N9 O! k" x% f) W& O6 dBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) {. t3 n `$ b+ ]6 O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* s1 l0 `$ I& C' b& ]1 V' T$ yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 j( Q& ~. A- C% A. |" L$ h1 F7 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 i' e5 N5 O5 f3 FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % T6 L4 e& b. `! `' Y2 c3 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 A) K; d- G( V S: x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / Y" u& Z" @6 }, \# R+ z
How you suffered for you sanity,
Q' O" o* M: J8 FHow you tried to set them free, " z7 C' V3 U* m0 H2 A7 f8 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 M3 c# H0 D' D
Perhaps they never will. |
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