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& D2 W) F ?2 X* o( }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! F* b) L( Y/ y4 G2 c7 H- ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - e* w% u# i, u t' u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 Q" I5 J. P& M/ rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( q8 n- E* {/ C6 r6 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 R8 n, B; v4 f
How you suffered for you sanity, T* I/ o& j" \9 a
How you tried to set them free, % h( G; h+ l7 O! e& g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ }) D A$ h( y" I; w5 w1 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 ]/ m8 k% D, { F, w% x$ o9 n5 ^7 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 R' u6 V% T j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( i+ ]6 o5 h: V4 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ V5 }; V2 W& N; [6 | yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' k- G" a! [3 e+ ^" F; g: }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 j8 W! _) [+ G/ r+ j ?3 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! U! J4 ^. Q9 s) ~& X; yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* d! w9 x7 R0 S1 b8 x9 Z w2 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & x2 g5 f( B3 s) H
" |: X# M. j7 v4 ]$ ^4 e! {% `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# } d9 u7 U, pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + ^/ F" a$ z7 p$ T+ A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : _8 _& l# A* c* _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) [ \1 a& x5 c }' u7 q( [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & `8 h0 Z9 E0 L. x$ ~5 |' K
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 i1 i! u+ ]; GHow you tried to set them free,
) D) s" W' g' KThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' L' i8 O t* z. e0 ^9 `% ?" K, A
Perhaps they never will. |
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