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9 X. P' |3 [2 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" _! E- k9 m# w3 e2 S8 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 b( F) o5 I, v {0 r( ?& kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 [8 u' h- ?5 |2 Y8 o: C3 b3 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; N- S1 ^5 r( W$ L& `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- _1 B. H& A: k# k- X! EHow you suffered for you sanity, + [ d, |; s8 Y& P
How you tried to set them free, 6 X0 g, `2 r' o/ i/ K( _3 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : f Y0 ]4 s# u6 o) J* A' Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! O4 L, ~) W: w( L$ _: P+ ^8 j% ?3 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , y9 ~& N% P! Q8 H3 |8 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% n1 z8 K! X' u5 y( AWeathered 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,
! d) W% L& w0 x& C- GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 T4 T9 b' g( A0 U4 W8 f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 s# @* D! i) B4 vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ s$ f& v* w; c5 S5 j0 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. G4 _+ Z; A! k3 U7 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 Z& N! s% q0 U+ g1 J5 w) FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& m8 M( O# P* y( C7 w/ I& s$ FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ n( W. F9 L, z4 A2 fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " g* _1 ^+ ~. |' c5 N- |+ t7 p1 E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 P$ x. y) D1 C/ m' T
How you suffered for you sanity,
- |3 W+ o2 s3 p0 Q; n" RHow you tried to set them free,
5 A( t- n: s! o6 {) Q0 j' EThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( m1 w4 o: L q1 t6 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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