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D( }9 z' p) Q7 N+ v7 N& _: v$ @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " |" M$ _3 d, o, @- w+ h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( v; Q) h4 u: p) C* P1 L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( b |+ S: Z( L/ ~, d& v5 d' B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! w/ U& Z5 |) M0 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( } C: S3 n! P0 y# D# H5 C [" L
How you suffered for you sanity, . h0 {) n( G8 J8 ?) s/ @
How you tried to set them free,
* M$ k8 I. `9 }7 U! [# CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 Q1 c' Q& ]) r- G5 L, g9 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ u6 X6 n" B, k0 f5 A; S& TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 ?# q, @4 d4 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . O! W% h6 x+ }0 z) U9 u0 R' M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- ]5 m, B: i9 E) o6 n m: X2 IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( c* d; i3 ]0 e+ `7 a X" z2 w8 e4 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& X" I' i( Y; U/ j0 w1 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 G a: U- z3 P0 ]9 |- T0 i
But I could have told you, Vincent, + I$ A/ O1 }% ]9 \7 c/ |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 V& K% F- A& L. D; w5 v& FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 B" B$ z9 W6 x& w! h4 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 N2 J$ t' i) C7 v( i2 e% t4 d4 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 Z$ b! Q" d* R% M( y4 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 e- C0 d. u& t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% F E* L$ k! e! [How you suffered for you sanity,
! R; L; J5 ^( ?' QHow you tried to set them free, # t" W3 m" i3 }( {( K, ` D5 [$ ]1 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 w8 T% x) I; W! O; U; G
Perhaps they never will. |
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