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8 ]! i2 h* _- yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 U2 i) t. j A1 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 u+ s- C& c; N7 O" ~, P& S) o/ [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 U I6 }: y+ NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * ]3 x9 x+ j9 e& P& r/ `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- w1 a# B# X2 x0 D- E( kHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 x2 C1 a/ g8 e. G* F7 A( @3 T
How you tried to set them free,
8 E1 j3 s( s! X2 V! R9 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" R8 }* b6 z/ ~$ \! x j6 O; Q: Q) G# WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 ?( x, M$ C& g1 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 [ d( @1 u/ o: q/ M7 {) i0 I7 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 _. S% v$ S3 D" GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" n8 U) |- T2 g' s6 S8 O7 k' k1 f1 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* s) _/ Z. x! z" IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 R0 a1 e. O F$ X4 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; a! r, b2 v/ o; t! R/ \; bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" t u9 i, o; n* Z+ dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 _! X6 i" y7 t. i) O7 n
) h4 @* K4 f1 f- l; X6 a6 p% cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. M) z) R+ g% e! D. }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 f, N+ k9 Z# |2 L- b# xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* B. j, K X! r, F, p& N4 k6 gThe 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, - D; |$ ]8 F4 {8 A' }5 a; s3 q4 w( n
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 g$ `/ o* s% T6 q) n$ VHow you tried to set them free,
, Z7 n! l% r9 J1 ?They would not listen they're not listening still, $ G# O; F% t+ Z* s0 g- a) ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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