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+ r& x1 y: r, q/ n4 O" A5 f% xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & z ? X& a+ J, `* j d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; a$ A8 j: v) z2 _. z- l2 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& p+ w7 \" s, N1 Z8 ?! g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . g* S6 q7 E; r+ x5 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 |; R: l9 m% k2 B: j
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 A% N% M, p. B
How you tried to set them free,
) ~# h" u4 ^" f0 ?6 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & ~; l) B4 U3 w. S( g$ N2 h* W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 W0 F4 ], C! z' [! m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 [! T) d+ R, r Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% v; _4 t) W0 H4 l" m7 B( J3 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & |- B# {; K) j- x {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # k1 j% X/ C% j! r' z. X0 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% {$ ^& [1 T9 B+ S. t- [# o% FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( m' R/ w, b+ l" T; FBut I could have told you, Vincent, & Z }8 @- q( v8 W- t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + l1 d) d9 Y; ?; |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ }! h; g9 S/ wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 h: _: c. R, }6 B8 b W5 q
The 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,
0 O, f& K _/ F) F8 }+ nHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 t/ L6 c# {3 e; xHow you tried to set them free, 8 ~. d0 P& q2 X
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) D1 R, A5 C7 _! r) n _1 H& |
Perhaps they never will. |
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