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0 y9 r0 f9 D! w5 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 E X3 | D" I+ ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 u; q! T P0 g2 ]" U1 S3 U" _8 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# e+ a, e0 x8 O: n0 @& q6 L) nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( a2 j$ i6 s9 i' CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( S, j' Q( i) D! \
How you suffered for you sanity,
K! ~) ^: \6 o' v, [9 Y% _, lHow you tried to set them free, 6 w2 [/ }. B' y6 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
i; i: _! C1 J: T! }8 [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, I$ |9 Z' C. ?( S. a1 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) X6 W- M9 [ \# h0 x* k- W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 S2 p0 i. r. T& ^( P. D% \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 B/ u& Q8 s( j1 w t' z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ N2 x' A9 n- f+ `! CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, t N- H% O6 p& pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 H. `/ i6 R8 a2 Y1 l0 G2 uBut I could have told you, Vincent, " e [/ _' g, e7 f+ X4 }: G8 N0 r1 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 p) I4 ~" d8 F5 Z
7 x- p/ D2 h9 m1 d' T: h& pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, W" K% T; ~8 {* P+ |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + J6 G1 i% H: o# d# h! |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 {/ k" K) I- {" p6 Z/ ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; N5 T/ h) u* D6 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 a% Z4 ?2 t+ Q' }6 m1 K! U6 [- b
How you suffered for you sanity,
* s7 o" C+ N. f" V( s* B3 {How you tried to set them free, , u( T) C7 y$ t" I! B0 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, - c2 X4 w& [; E
Perhaps they never will. |
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