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7 O( \2 f t! {* V$ K1 N9 s8 } |3 S; gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) v/ y6 `% @, W9 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 i' U% B: n- ^$ b j) _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: T& s& i- N& r" UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: ?4 v/ J {0 i0 z: V) oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 s3 U( O5 z7 G3 WHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 A0 g) ~4 k6 ?6 k
How you tried to set them free,
5 ?9 K9 I7 H- G a( l+ L1 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' P# J$ X* ^0 D3 r% LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * v: b! A+ k [8 L% m; C3 A) {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! z, V' A7 V+ L1 W8 S) _5 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + P: d' [* i( Q5 L, g5 f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 C6 {+ d& o) i6 g- \/ h5 {; m( `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " Z' g% ~ k g7 K$ L* L" \. c0 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# n/ u$ M) {0 D8 z, N( Z% KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 P; W# G' p# D2 D+ z* P1 eBut I could have told you, Vincent, & C: O4 R+ R1 p: Q! V9 s( ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 r1 C" F3 p( h$ z$ ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & C4 D+ C, c/ W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 J9 l: i0 N5 u, x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 K: O3 w- F2 dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ c8 n- R6 h- M8 Q4 {! \/ LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ _+ W% b; Z+ l' c5 d
How you suffered for you sanity,+ O( |0 P9 M* X
How you tried to set them free, ; e* B+ U) T* z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 S( F3 I. I) e/ x; E! }# o0 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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