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; t( v& ^6 h" H! ` Y8 X; TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; \/ @1 O2 ^' d- Z& \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ ~2 ?* J: b2 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 R3 ?2 m7 A8 e& h9 x4 m" dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * @5 E2 Q" y1 Q, H" Q) D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& b% K. K3 Y% p1 R
How you suffered for you sanity, & A$ m" O' G: X! ?. t$ S
How you tried to set them free,
^; \% \: N; i& TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 p! \& @: f* YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* S8 v& l. d0 i5 N+ A/ DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 W1 z8 `8 p4 Q, Q+ j) A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* f d& O3 i) E% dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % o/ P; g- f, B$ h; x" `; `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 J+ N+ d) J" ^7 \2 R3 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; c2 k( x# h+ K3 i1 x* X v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 R5 P7 W: p- Q. V$ r; E6 OBut I could have told you, Vincent, % H) b3 o4 x5 n4 D& n q/ G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " }; t7 y& S7 X( w+ Q: S. r6 |5 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % b' t- }& ^# Z8 }0 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & e$ | x( Q! ]
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,
4 @: m" o" @5 U9 {! K" I/ jHow you suffered for you sanity,& i7 G7 P4 }5 _* M# v' c6 s
How you tried to set them free, d, h) ?. Z2 N7 i2 @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 W0 @/ \! F6 Z1 XPerhaps they never will. |
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