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4 a3 }$ l8 ?3 S% p+ OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( X( R# W+ a0 {- {# o. B' `& ]/ ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " v4 K s4 S4 X1 h8 n) B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% u5 h7 v" V4 {% z! LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! v" M* F5 G: |# l& _- I: ^) F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 u; |2 r' R# l; `& @How you suffered for you sanity, ( c/ s+ @( b+ i1 o/ I) Q' R+ C+ a
How you tried to set them free,
# o8 W- M) I# [! ~$ rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 d# g5 j; p3 B3 i& IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 [8 W' B4 p" ]! CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . d6 ~1 q- z( v0 J! i6 D8 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 }- b) V8 Y. H, }" b4 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 j& r% G: T- r4 }5 U
2 `7 J! r/ ]) QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 b$ F5 R3 d) \" R3 C6 ]- ?4 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " ~# p7 J, V) ?& Z& v& ^0 J0 ] c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , ]. F# R' `" W) E- M0 q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) H0 s3 I' b8 j) \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, |( u0 ^9 c: I9 E, BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' a, r; ]- b7 ] D# h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : |* x# W) @4 H' z6 L5 E% L
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, . S$ P" s+ k3 D$ n. @. H
How you suffered for you sanity,
( n! V& \2 k# c+ {% o/ ~; y0 _How you tried to set them free, $ \1 W) [1 I6 e; K
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( q4 N/ p1 ~$ e$ O$ E' s
Perhaps they never will. |
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