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/ m% D5 ]. a( N6 s) KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# ?) ]8 E$ n# W' xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, L0 C9 y1 a- R' f5 V" d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ |& G+ t$ }% Y& H: LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& A- R9 r" x- _, f/ z" G/ W- Y2 g) MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 ]# C$ }% @: f& R7 J* p9 C
How you suffered for you sanity, $ I& h3 N- t! O# W" T
How you tried to set them free,
8 A( o, j8 O- e3 g, vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 U% Q/ o4 {. y) VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - i- X7 K) q7 _- N: v% W' ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 d9 u2 P' [# h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 D: Z' Z+ B/ d& W2 i z" T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ q( p k6 n$ k5 V; YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 ?: N8 _& |/ i/ x- ]* m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % J9 N+ d k7 H' A4 s" G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 Y" y. c2 @! Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( G$ h& k& a1 H# d/ d' m: G/ i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * e( s* E+ O' M- ?) N+ s j& L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 f0 j% _- ^4 ^/ H6 ^0 y2 Y9 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( K, a6 r0 f0 v# e+ N+ NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 W( s9 n( P0 t$ T. W- FThe 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,
. a# I* T: \0 o; L% uHow you suffered for you sanity,5 \9 j* D, R6 X) ^9 P2 ^- n t! j
How you tried to set them free,
% x6 o! `$ A, K' i2 V) ^. @They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 D/ J: C; E1 _" [
Perhaps they never will. |
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