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7 |: b/ T3 J* S* Y/ eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 ~9 Q$ i+ G2 ], f6 M. y6 S. C1 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 Y- P" b. ?1 O+ p* q/ z2 w; MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' @4 c- H8 t7 bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
]$ J' ]' ?$ ^( O, [" ~1 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" g0 C. \; H5 p. rHow you suffered for you sanity,
* d' r- }% g2 l S W! z- z8 y rHow you tried to set them free, i& d. U) s# O7 a, @8 h! }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& X0 y& Q. I' P0 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) j$ X* n1 [6 X& V9 A. s( h% P3 {1 ~) ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 `2 Y3 n) L* i) iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( R3 c: ?! c$ l2 VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * D3 @2 O' Z; G* d8 l. W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * W- r' D7 W/ O- L1 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, p: X9 B6 N- H& O' y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " k2 s4 a4 t5 n% l
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 h9 V* k2 |6 u5 \! |# f* V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * a7 J5 X4 W: V8 f7 U; Q2 x! B1 ^/ E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : o$ H5 y$ E- u/ X3 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 I' X6 Z* A+ p: [5 P5 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* j( `" L$ {& l1 t- n- ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' D6 m8 \" ~$ P" @/ }/ `
) Z( \, X# [* {2 Q P/ V5 G% @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 S4 P3 F! P1 a! k/ FHow you suffered for you sanity,! e9 P8 v6 o2 ?2 j1 j6 g5 j
How you tried to set them free, : d: G( H, w/ m: ?- o0 E7 M) Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, E$ C" P& K, |1 @5 S- j! t
Perhaps they never will. |
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