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* s/ E) V$ r8 T- VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 A+ f/ r" H. V$ Y7 d f% E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 j# \- O4 h8 v6 G1 B" _3 e' ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) f+ J |( @' {5 J1 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 r4 C# v) @: C4 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; k% z# g& R( n$ z
How you suffered for you sanity, $ z* t! H9 a& Y# p# ^
How you tried to set them free,
: Z* U6 y, J/ o3 ^7 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* o* }7 I* S G5 {% y/ D& `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 N m, v/ {& t C. ^% X0 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" O7 T: J, Z. Z% rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 D; A: g4 A5 ]3 L; \0 O! A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % J: K$ l( {2 S! D- c6 c. O. W1 _- e
0 X* W6 P* h% S# P J9 E% W6 l0 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 B% Q% V7 i# J% _ Y4 J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . C3 G9 Y7 r: z- T( C, Q* q% m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 y' X# F. H- Q E: \But I could have told you, Vincent, ! Y, B- D2 M6 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- b: B, W; P8 r/ H" p+ O# ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" N( w( P9 x4 Q+ N0 X2 A' \6 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 q9 j! t3 S7 O2 q+ d& uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " ]( ^4 G o5 i( Y3 O+ R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# @0 ^6 @) A5 d# C1 \! x/ ~: pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 m1 C% r. P+ v8 N8 ~( x1 z$ kHow you suffered for you sanity,
' ~5 r6 l; _& a' B \* EHow you tried to set them free,
9 q8 Q, |! R0 S F6 c2 h# [They would not listen they're not listening still,
! k% R# P: G" KPerhaps they never will. |
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