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( u: T$ m' A. W0 ?& d* kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, V% D9 h' ]3 [" M1 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % K1 T! ]+ K# A' \9 h% L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 [6 V3 i! P: W& i- {4 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
F' I2 H0 Z# O2 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, B; T( ~6 j" e# IHow you suffered for you sanity, ) N9 v+ ?2 }: F1 e( y% [
How you tried to set them free,
) v7 A v$ J8 H& A" p+ k& i4 UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. `' b8 }. O" ?4 T* PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( b/ w* B5 h4 Y v, T. o, FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; h) L* h0 z% C( l' ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 W }7 r4 x& }. x; p! ^ aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " z- _# L# P& |5 V* f4 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 q7 `2 t" B# h5 A9 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + ~5 W' n$ _( y2 M! L) _4 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 C H. x" S" i! I( \; D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# z+ S; I( ]; U- ] t- _" xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ m9 a: p2 [7 U# M R! q3 d. P- XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' m$ N* E+ o; KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( n" X4 L2 ?3 k( w4 d8 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & V4 |3 c* q, k/ H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. K* L* _- R5 f# P `3 ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 [9 F( v& J ?0 ]% R3 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
' [6 e/ U+ i, ~( D& nHow you tried to set them free, , E5 q8 ]' o0 {: E8 k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: a; W" Z- V5 nPerhaps they never will. |
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