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! g7 l: ?7 \) _3 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . b" |6 C- {- A9 b+ p1 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ }$ a: c5 w# B$ o& {) a+ e$ `% x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- S1 T" ]% h! V" w5 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 C- \ i. ~; K R2 g5 M" wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 u# W: ~; m$ ]& X
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ j( }) `" y3 s; c7 V4 xHow you tried to set them free, 1 p3 o5 r3 ?) L3 P4 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. r7 [8 W( h. H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. ]$ m: o1 U# e5 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 P* z. J! w4 {5 |. C m4 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ P' [& ?4 l" A% O) P: z" \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 o4 F5 @( B" l I, N
& W# i8 Y2 Y. p2 _9 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 \8 w4 S' m- S. [5 D% H0 _3 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. x. J6 |9 k" j! F# e/ V2 ]& DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ R! m8 x5 g1 i9 qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! G9 j3 s9 |) S, p$ ?! eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 b3 n# c8 k; h! H2 J' q( }4 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 G8 ~7 m* t0 V; |8 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " g9 p3 L7 M o. u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% ~' Q2 W% U, fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) x- w- w( \: d8 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
" D# N" y9 E: @9 p" c( NHow you tried to set them free,
+ ?0 k- K# q" d. |( O0 T5 TThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) O( U6 o6 s& ]3 w5 S
Perhaps they never will. |
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