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) |, U4 ?% {6 i2 @0 T( q1 _8 p4 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 m& w" H. [, d" `( lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! s& b" N4 I/ z1 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- l2 O5 G) Q- w0 \1 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 a1 o8 N% S* ?8 h& [" n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( V+ q7 G1 u3 \, r4 w4 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 h2 t1 G% K% e7 Q% o* Q7 AHow you tried to set them free,
' p$ h5 P0 c/ T K$ BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* w3 @- @+ @2 s `& C, fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' }4 J4 o! N( M% n+ r2 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, X4 j5 G2 J0 L: I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ a; p6 ~/ {6 D7 t3 ~6 l, g6 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: x5 w6 ~. K) Y; OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! a/ G* H, r% P) W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 F* _; w! H; L+ S$ ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* r' [& N+ \& P6 l% OBut I could have told you, Vincent, # v: A5 D% D B6 a" L8 U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + {* R" L5 t9 }- ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( F: @1 U" d% B S, u/ v$ U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ i! R1 u+ X; U. |8 C% u: PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . L' [' w8 ?/ O6 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & M) A' s! ^* H- K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - Z5 ? a% G6 P) F3 h: c
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 d% K/ [4 k" ^How you tried to set them free, $ }$ v$ A* z3 w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ J6 i( P7 e" ^- o4 H( ]Perhaps they never will. |
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