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# p/ P, r1 [ s$ D% WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ H5 Y9 C# ]1 L# Q/ N6 I$ i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) g9 y' g- r' c4 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: w! G1 r: {6 J. q; _; R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . {6 l0 |8 |- `# j" |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 j+ g( a# i7 z5 \* A# AHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 c$ T5 c4 E$ p, W% D0 THow you tried to set them free, 7 z1 n$ ^1 K0 |! E: V* ~0 n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- L+ i% q% u: N. y4 j3 @6 m; JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) e3 ^. a; h2 k: z8 C2 H4 m/ ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & p* G7 N# J9 b6 f/ ]+ Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , A) T0 Y* i& p0 j3 w2 {, n4 Q/ ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 }/ Y/ |; [, O: c, R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 U0 n) s3 @' w: MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 h4 S6 N" Y8 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 @# r$ w1 J! E) XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ @2 u; y0 V# L, O- E# B# x9 NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ S( m. ?& b8 T* z# g QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 W: N) y7 J, h1 D1 ?" N7 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 Z: h& o& @% M/ k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) j0 U( V9 D& P% ^7 }; ^
; X3 j g& C, W* _* r6 g9 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& @9 I5 w# T4 q( \7 W5 y5 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
& \ A# A, K6 DHow you tried to set them free, 4 H O6 { M+ P2 C7 r: f
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! J8 M0 m" Z3 W. \5 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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