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, f. ~8 k+ S+ ?$ e# VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) B. c" \; n* K8 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # H7 w* N. n; ~; J8 W9 d$ T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 Q, A: F4 g8 ? f% k! u3 p0 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; t. l1 Z$ w$ K8 g* S, m4 j, ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( Y; U4 R, T9 K" w- AHow you suffered for you sanity, ; ?( D4 \" `; A4 U* U
How you tried to set them free,
2 Y# V3 w3 C* [- L5 W: v' l( HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 i L- a4 A4 A) `3 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 h5 C/ u, P) L1 \" y; L6 J7 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + X$ p5 A/ t0 d2 O: s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 Y! q* X O [4 g8 W, c9 EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " I$ F' ?# h/ t0 v9 a1 @& h
# Z: z. m. S: ~. {2 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) ~, L% W" z: e9 T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ b! q' H; y# W/ Z1 S* bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % b, r) K- G' V0 J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. ~8 `- h8 n$ u) b' {4 z( `' y$ ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : m! h5 D& P" a9 O7 A! d. V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; u. l4 ]9 z1 F7 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: e# n5 Q0 P$ q6 q( ?: m. h5 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) D8 o' R6 i% A. @1 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : o9 g9 B4 u/ c( A, }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 n* _9 ~8 O+ AHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 O5 J1 z% [# P) b( [How you tried to set them free,
6 O7 _, z4 J$ \; B& u ?* Z! GThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 G% @7 x: c* U' ~8 |9 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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