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0 r9 |( x, k4 V& v9 \1 y; tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* A$ I; E9 @+ \0 V9 X2 B4 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . d: e5 f* Y. l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: c/ E- l5 E3 Q1 v# ]7 J/ V& e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * S4 A0 G& r1 H# l7 y9 D; W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 R P9 R1 k l _# K
How you suffered for you sanity,
. b' D9 r; B! e0 ^1 x/ W5 @4 mHow you tried to set them free, 8 }' m1 b8 P4 s, T# Q$ i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : ` a! p1 J0 ~+ p( r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # m }, o" F/ K: `: E' S: G' @4 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & I2 X4 k4 P' F4 C+ l0 p! [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 f: \! n' S; d0 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' c% N- x9 p1 p& k+ V: D
5 n5 H' k9 x" O# O zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ j4 E, P2 e8 ~6 |: U; J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 E) s" l! S5 }You took your life as lovers ofter do, : d5 l; |; _/ t& K9 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, - ~$ c2 v& C- w7 ]# {7 \6 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( E% ^# E- \2 [9 j6 x" c; c/ {" y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 R) q4 D n4 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 Y- \4 ?: P; V5 p5 H- c% WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& ^+ R$ |& o3 z2 A. J- M( C! I1 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- K. G" E! W1 \4 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 @! x0 l& M( Z2 _) JHow you suffered for you sanity,
" f9 x/ w9 ^3 S$ JHow you tried to set them free, $ k" u8 V5 Q! x7 G) v, `3 G
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 Q9 i- }$ v1 _. L& c3 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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