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0 E% N" x7 _8 x9 q# v, OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , w1 |5 a+ f% x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & k: ]" ?( A, c" S: U6 \- N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 b% U: n6 J J! L- b" {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& ^# s, j$ i0 `0 @# w" INow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 D( ^* T& @8 ?/ D
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 g) f$ I3 W( R! t( {" rHow you tried to set them free, ) }% C" P$ H* u" K p( P% C" n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; W* Y" i1 ?% P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 j* ~8 ?; V5 g- b% {) S$ GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % a4 D+ ~6 @; M) M2 j5 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 @( @& T2 n/ ^* p% i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , F- t) Q o0 \2 t: f" ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) l2 \1 d4 w. |7 X7 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
q( ]8 |; z6 E9 \ N; \7 y% N- J! K5 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 t1 v; U. y5 k L
But I could have told you, Vincent, * b7 j- l& k; }. f. O4 P+ S; k( n W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 z3 X$ J* u# ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- S. s/ w! F1 p2 p# aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" I7 V2 o+ m" z1 F+ {' BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- j" f4 W6 I' kThe 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, * P$ S" }; h+ E, s8 C3 `- q
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 K+ o! S4 r5 JHow you tried to set them free, 1 p6 j8 f& w) k/ g& s
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 O3 ]8 a3 E! N; _2 B
Perhaps they never will. |
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