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, A% L5 ^( J8 i6 x a# TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " z x3 h6 D% K- r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 C, |9 {( k3 [2 y+ fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," \/ t5 Y9 W# E. \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 V7 v- @2 a6 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 f; z$ F" P- o2 v, x$ q6 X: LHow you suffered for you sanity, . n1 p$ w1 a: ?6 d# P* _
How you tried to set them free, 6 u) l; s3 s6 T, j% q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 M$ j1 |6 B, p9 xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ m- C, @/ @2 n) p0 N3 Y6 \* M; n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 B& n' P# n+ X n7 g- b0 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& i2 h, U# G% @# v3 t; dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & n3 z* c. m' G5 j* V- \+ G% X
# V0 J" l( T. t4 @( n( }; P( `5 `9 y9 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ O9 H; P6 H5 p; e5 f# ]* N' u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : I+ g& y" h8 q4 F9 { R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - [( v- n- m7 z/ z
But I could have told you, Vincent, % i+ s: j3 a3 e6 y: }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( O! Q9 i# c9 t4 F' z0 g; OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & G, K2 @) Q, W' y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' B1 d1 p* m9 J {- W4 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( k6 R# _9 d9 K: I( VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 ~, p; U& c. N) ^, m6 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ s; q Q$ F/ h' g4 |2 h2 W. E1 XHow you tried to set them free, 5 Z/ [4 F9 ?# h! G# z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" X A0 o0 j2 ^Perhaps they never will. |
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