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& n& v+ ~, [, yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, r4 v6 C9 J7 g% J# qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 [/ t. u8 m9 j: U2 ]$ ]8 ^/ q5 k4 Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 Y1 M4 o$ K$ m- G$ B7 D# n. [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 c7 `( y6 y0 {+ ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ e# u; o( U9 t- D NHow you suffered for you sanity, # g \5 Q, r! q8 g) K
How you tried to set them free,
0 K. J9 H: ?% U! NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ e+ a# ^4 l/ y- |( D8 @( JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 P; N1 w& U% y( I7 x' kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + n3 y' @1 i# u- r7 g6 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' p" J/ a# A+ z" U9 @9 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# v! c' D- ?9 J. y# ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . C* J; B; w8 m. ~8 l) O) l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( \" n* y n9 x$ J. m7 T0 o" WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 j( m4 |2 a3 O, h; w
But I could have told you, Vincent, % K) \; w, O+ E, l* G5 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 C0 \$ T3 }& f% d8 B& GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
r2 m( ~7 [/ n6 g3 Q4 d1 a$ YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ? ^$ R: ~0 Z& s1 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 Q: L4 `8 T5 D0 g4 A2 V- x$ F; xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 {, y9 G- f, P7 C
How you suffered for you sanity,) W! @1 N- a$ N5 m( x2 e5 u: V+ k
How you tried to set them free,
6 r5 S* a! S2 T) w1 N$ t2 c7 C7 _They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 l3 E$ q" x9 a6 M% [8 T4 Y- N! K
Perhaps they never will. |
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