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7 V& u. G. Q" DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 o, r& N! }: N- L, u. z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * y* K& f! r9 b* |& K; R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& L5 B- I! U N: z# bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ n' T6 L1 l' N: F. m3 ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 h ?) ~9 @4 p8 G2 V8 ~0 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
! l* s$ F' c0 V; F- IHow you tried to set them free, 0 a" K4 ~# e$ O$ v1 F, ~3 r7 u( g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 F1 j. Q, z* s; e7 M9 F$ wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 T5 a, `$ U& }/ Q) [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + J( Y0 S; Z" m, D8 b: `; H- W: N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , e# m7 u8 p' y& a9 ?# B: D. T
Weathered 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, * z$ Q( r7 }! {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, V3 b2 y+ t1 R1 k# F: }$ R H" O4 lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & v* B" p1 q0 V% u( o9 Z" J1 y2 B; i" U# j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( e6 E: `' m9 \# d# P" y. xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, k7 u: R! Y5 _: TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 v `# U# k8 i2 T7 e3 BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 \/ f8 u# l5 L) v, C3 z3 h( 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,
" e/ H% ?7 |- z0 {# f( SHow you suffered for you sanity,9 m4 X* e8 ^* [, F( o; P8 [ E
How you tried to set them free,
x- N) b5 t5 x" p6 F9 v( uThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ]( @7 O0 s. I# V0 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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