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5 a' {& P/ q, c" u! g( D+ DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 v! {* s' e% W P6 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. z: y& R3 F* G9 [& qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% d8 H! F- e6 `& |4 l; f( y* sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " M& N. {) k& S" i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* L l7 c5 R: f% ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
' G8 u1 J( t. e9 ?7 Z* g+ y: T% _6 F4 PHow you tried to set them free, 3 s1 y7 T- X0 S: K5 e' |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - J. u4 g! S# w, K; }) j6 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 O6 H) T+ g# |; s& K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % P3 T% [( s; Z [4 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* t h2 u0 E! k i3 VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 A% m- ~/ |, z% I' I1 Y' `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ w/ q# a* [; z$ s" ]# ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, # s" E4 h& M6 o) I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& b& k6 U; y# R$ V1 ]( M: GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. L( p% w, }2 _2 [' s/ z; B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- I0 o1 _1 j% e) S$ uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, @6 i: m& [% Q0 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 h, @9 {% k1 Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) f8 P, q+ D3 z# n6 R* F v' t8 g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ m0 r1 _8 l* C$ _9 rHow you suffered for you sanity,0 I6 S! F* N- y. s/ S9 W
How you tried to set them free, 6 H l \* y0 }; |% a0 y) K
They would not listen they're not listening still, " v N8 ~# h7 i3 s2 e( P" L2 I4 l# k
Perhaps they never will. |
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