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' C e" {5 ~! ?+ N* x. ~% zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . f( K, Z& q; P$ w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( v. V! c+ c3 [' m. b" bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," D" r1 C. E/ \+ }. P0 B4 y; B# O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . G! M) i3 }7 |- M% U* G: w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 G0 m! h, a+ D" Q/ t# ?, oHow you suffered for you sanity,
- \# E. {. ]4 RHow you tried to set them free, 8 X) T' f; f. p# S0 w! R u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " l) o) X+ t4 R& Y$ j, E, g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 @3 t& q3 y: b2 j% ?$ P0 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " j6 a" u9 h( A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 i1 l$ {3 j- u6 L& ~6 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" Q! H+ C" x0 Q) A# ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : d/ @* p9 c0 }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 v6 g1 W W x% J$ l* n! ^$ {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, p9 K& u% D6 \* FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# b7 n; h- k, `7 {7 P) ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 s; l7 s6 [. h. Q- e2 E7 ]9 `3 X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! L) \4 i, l% k8 F2 ?6 e- T8 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : y+ ]2 o+ u2 _8 g5 `1 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! _' Q5 ] p+ ] H9 D6 s* VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 V+ n+ N B! b2 q& B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . T! l) V+ B/ z5 J/ x& }
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 x6 N! }" W; E7 \$ M+ @# e GHow you tried to set them free,
3 i( O5 h' P9 i3 N3 ?# R* ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ I9 Z, }- v/ ]Perhaps they never will. |
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