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3 n1 N6 e9 @) l! b6 r6 W& |! JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . F- K+ a Q' \8 k, U0 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- Y8 G& h- [0 `* o2 i$ U3 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( V! H* }/ e! x6 S, t2 @! x8 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; U: ^( g9 o6 r; e* S( M# O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& a; M6 K2 M9 p8 {- J3 k0 k
How you suffered for you sanity, " p$ c6 @+ H+ }4 o
How you tried to set them free, : w2 A' s' r% C. J( u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 E; _# f# m6 V8 s7 ]9 ^. Q/ a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 r& A; `8 p7 X. z! _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 P* P5 ~! r" V1 j( N ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, b% o6 ~, _/ @ T6 U/ zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 g7 G/ M2 i, U2 F- E
- A% w' p7 l- A. n7 q! l. \: yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' m, z0 o* s2 a4 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' R/ U" k1 W+ \2 \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, ~7 ~# @$ y6 x9 A q3 yBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; a- |# @( Q" Q0 x/ P& Y, E5 G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. d" C- p$ e: S6 B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 P, d0 o2 K8 @: ~9 J" RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' M; {; u9 \* G7 r0 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 U2 Y+ f* {4 H! T. C
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,
* ^3 ^7 Y. G$ [# zHow you suffered for you sanity,$ d" j3 g8 t1 E" r$ p
How you tried to set them free, % h5 a/ j4 ~2 {) E% s
They would not listen they're not listening still, . `% a2 p1 t6 H9 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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