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; g" _0 f: \3 J$ B b/ yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " |5 z2 y6 Y( i- [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' {$ _4 ~# H& J- Q5 M' r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& a# x: `1 J: H* o% C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 O) Y# o* ^* S2 _" K9 x7 L0 P( d7 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 p0 P! c4 ?0 ^- R! G
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 `! q1 s( o `: r, t8 HHow you tried to set them free, 8 p- j, s6 g2 ~3 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! j) ]- k( v1 f+ k# y; M$ w4 Y8 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 U) F, d3 C& ^& x( ]" m: ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 @% S! ]6 ~! x6 F" `, kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* q2 c) E! x# wWeathered 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,
9 }1 W/ L9 u& s2 u$ H; }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 M T' l: q3 ^, K" F* cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! D' X( J* a8 B; \' T
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 v+ Z. d, Q# j6 k* A& c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - O) k8 {9 u; z& y- d
& x. Q1 O3 K: e4 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" |5 c% L0 [9 [7 @6 e$ B! [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 k( k$ D7 q! t; J( ]( qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! G+ t# n2 z& |/ [The 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, " Z0 F* T% M. y0 D4 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
* V+ L( V5 q4 D: w1 qHow you tried to set them free, ; Z; [2 D" N7 N# h1 c# U
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( M8 Y: r4 R( z) f
Perhaps they never will. |
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