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2 t+ c7 U' _* r0 W' pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) r8 `) ]0 O$ [( r8 @6 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / g) Z9 n% m" x& k' z2 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 D+ a3 R( y7 `% h- zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 z* H9 c/ ~, A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: [1 }" d& k; L8 S9 I+ T1 ~" B9 p
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 R( P; \+ V. K6 Y3 Z; R
How you tried to set them free,
" b# r/ O, @+ ?: D nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 ]4 x/ z; H' X) KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # `2 H1 V0 W6 Y. x$ g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ `- G% R- Y- w+ r9 ~# Z e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / m8 e! m; T) E' C3 v4 K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 L1 B6 s7 ?$ z; b. sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 X7 G$ v3 f3 ^- Q- U- U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# g5 C- Q1 w5 S6 r6 d' Q0 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / I) d6 L5 j. e, P: F" |
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 S* H' x; J6 G" H6 H$ J9 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 i, p9 K: X4 [* {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * P0 u8 i6 q# w6 x/ B% ~, b& b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . X, o' o' C6 v6 V3 v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 e9 k" Z6 k1 \! u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . s4 t4 x3 E6 a5 ]3 C
: v6 i* _9 \: @( j5 ~! u+ k, wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 X: p% o% P. n" cHow you suffered for you sanity,1 [" N# }- J e/ L6 s
How you tried to set them free, $ T0 E8 a& F1 l1 `. [2 h
They would not listen they're not listening still, & b; \ L# F) `; t
Perhaps they never will. |
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