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, _( X9 b, j( |' @; FStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: u/ X' V/ b" qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 h1 q8 S* ^' J* J: C. yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," f7 ^. x- P1 ^ {4 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 w8 [5 Z& n, F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, [/ Z& m/ R# z4 m- o) T. O( L
How you suffered for you sanity,
& L+ k0 l" b# v0 S* @How you tried to set them free,
% L8 r" j8 C1 P/ ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; y8 b; v5 O) B: t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 I& m Y0 N3 S$ Y) V* ^$ V- Q7 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 ^7 a) _ h; `( d7 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ x5 j* [+ p9 l6 r3 r4 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( L( X) C) c/ p* E# P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . x1 i1 m g- {7 t3 t7 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ p6 V! }" V# F" g K) Y1 @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ v q0 N) W0 z8 n0 d* L8 s: ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, & @3 \) c) R4 _% M) d& V4 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 _/ e8 }: a: M6 H8 D* M, k1 O
; k4 k# y5 {9 r' FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * g* V; Z+ h; F9 ?4 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % A. r* \' n( Q& ~; C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 V) `, h& s+ P4 M r) i5 ]The 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,
: R" p7 `8 l/ H) RHow you suffered for you sanity,
a0 V; n' ]& V; p, NHow you tried to set them free, ) t7 u w* D/ E: \7 e2 |4 O$ [
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 K% Y A; i3 F% k& B r/ ^- j
Perhaps they never will. |
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