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" y3 g1 t5 O* g2 j' e b8 a) IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 q: v& k; c, U6 y, sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( D( ~- x9 X" Y! b7 F& C2 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# S( u2 g. K' F0 l' B6 M+ `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , F7 q4 k N: P! O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( T$ h D" }/ }5 c" D; K
How you suffered for you sanity, $ Q. ^& W0 b* W# I
How you tried to set them free, + m5 t6 k& V$ a* B |/ X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . K: }) k* {) f* ]3 n. z' D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 X9 a! g* R" m3 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 l/ h0 p1 `3 Q/ T% q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* ^ B8 ^7 R4 ?* L" t% Y9 A$ x$ X9 ?7 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # l$ _5 l2 q4 A) |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 `' @7 D& L. o: Y% l% a( CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 g2 H% ?8 u2 L, ~. z q7 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " `- z0 k6 p4 A5 Z; U }- }
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( A3 G% K! L/ `6 v- P' O9 f2 _: {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # _* a( D" B4 q B
1 K# f; T0 u" Z2 u! g) ^( C. AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 h1 l, K6 }3 x) c9 N9 g3 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 T, M0 u" @* r. g$ s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * y. J/ H0 ~3 e! `5 U7 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ p/ d8 n# V1 g4 E- ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 w E+ E, ^# `7 U' n
How you suffered for you sanity,+ `& _$ `, @* B1 q
How you tried to set them free, 8 U5 c) B Y8 @8 t$ K4 q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* {% h3 Z$ G0 I1 cPerhaps they never will. |
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