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0 P+ ` B; n) G1 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 \ N. W3 q7 }4 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 {: `* J" `+ N1 X9 ]- b0 ]! M- W( f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; s2 Z( i9 @+ h9 T/ fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- Y* S3 ?) e1 P9 `$ @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ W0 m y% Y' D3 V% rHow you suffered for you sanity, : G. q f- O* g9 I/ @7 W& R _ E
How you tried to set them free, k3 a: L4 |+ x0 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 [, S/ @0 l- D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 w+ Z, ?+ u) e5 h, lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 z, t) X1 ]: _+ t6 H$ RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 \8 n0 j* k8 V2 i9 H; V7 W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' v1 ~% B+ u2 P% {6 B0 k7 \5 p
, c i7 S& Q8 }- l( @0 c DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 r$ P' j2 ^6 [" ]$ A1 Z9 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! \' t' A) J1 [: |" @3 ?' z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) K: G$ w' y2 [! g
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 B- I% i* N7 H$ z( e T6 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * j4 M7 ^% L f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 y, f& s; k1 @& b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 ~: K. _- M8 t" X5 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ P, f- u& _, s& c# b2 o* e+ U6 dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% Z. N- g& a6 R5 v& A3 d1 b9 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( n. R- T4 ], u3 z" WHow you suffered for you sanity,1 @( E. v0 H5 k7 f K* s
How you tried to set them free,
+ v: R; h+ Z e6 r+ s- o- [They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 t- ]$ ~# @7 [3 P+ a
Perhaps they never will. |
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