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! h( d- n7 n" [) O+ N G/ JStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 P( F1 @ y$ N9 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' {- U" I% Z" l) d+ W& RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. s. A ~/ {$ x$ E I' M9 c* ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . ?. V1 I; _; N7 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" R3 S" S+ }& E2 S$ b/ ^$ hHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ ?( |+ O5 n( U& \! A# U; l$ vHow you tried to set them free, ( I$ R" e8 D$ ]7 m( p' K' }" `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- E5 u6 U) g% i( B- `* uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; A0 H; v8 q! l* W' J! c% ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- ~8 u0 J& F" Q3 H8 r2 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 C1 j; m6 t! NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! F) v) m% L( S5 P/ b: z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 C6 d' N" C8 P) x5 ~ I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : i, Z' C! g0 w% ]4 f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % D8 Q' E; [" p- h6 `+ U- ]$ I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
w( Y( V# W" R* L# L, @- lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 S) _2 L8 {, `, b! U9 lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% f" B* l) l$ |7 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' H/ b% F9 n- x7 iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! I3 Q# H( t+ T+ HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 x6 V' j3 W9 c" T1 b* A, n
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 n2 G, W# |, _ r1 F* dHow you tried to set them free, 2 O' b8 p) m3 W* k4 L
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ h$ W6 @/ m" @5 A- F
Perhaps they never will. |
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