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! o% q* Y, w# z1 a) ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 G" |5 g$ a; W: K' B$ C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( Z, q2 m- f4 V# y' x" Y nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. a8 {( r8 d7 X# D1 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 q# T4 H9 z, `* ^, U; o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 x3 K" K' R( Y8 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 Z% O6 t" {, g, c) {How you tried to set them free,
+ \. Q W1 q1 C3 f$ vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 f5 T; q% D, G7 Y8 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. s% A! r; T% t1 _: p8 n2 ~- ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 I9 i( q4 n% [* v9 v4 A5 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: ^5 U6 D0 X% p' L# z, Q: y! i7 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) Y0 Q8 {2 f. m3 Z! Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 W9 ?4 C6 H# b- x" C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % Q$ y1 q4 o5 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; {* Z) k# s) z! v% D7 p( U5 _But I could have told you, Vincent,
& L" l A- _& l2 U# I" _% k/ bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; e/ o0 Q* `0 V. L+ G. |' g
( C0 f7 V$ }+ J- ~& `- J5 PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 k2 r; [5 E J5 n% q* gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 P; k5 T- {9 d2 [# }' cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + G$ j4 i% E" m. P6 t5 i( B# f5 S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 y) c6 W9 s' D* |: `- g( l# hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, h' _ P( q# } D3 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
. `. p* o4 j" ~; K0 {& E- yHow you tried to set them free,
; ^; ^- C$ E; h3 \0 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 f& D# j8 k c
Perhaps they never will. |
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