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: F& l; X/ r1 V9 Z) ] j i: L0 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 d$ z" J! p& w) P2 z7 {9 ?7 ~; b6 O8 |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 s `: h# ]3 k2 m- E d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 u' I! {9 a) ]3 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / c1 W& ]. a. N* {* j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 X% P* j2 E% X( s+ O1 L
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 _; }# h* A# { t
How you tried to set them free, * }2 n# N5 X9 s# Q6 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ G* U4 x# Y4 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; O% Z; ]- C! l X* V0 R. P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 R/ A& l$ B+ T' `& ]6 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * y, n. c, v/ T3 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. k1 f: ] \7 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( r6 s6 z! w+ I) I# ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# p7 d" [- \' A/ z! A* G8 x iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , C2 e- h" Q* i; Q/ g
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 L# S/ }# m& X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ V1 ]# V- S# S- f. TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 B+ i+ U' p5 B. i& ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ X0 \2 n8 r; Q. Z0 k6 b- nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 W" x5 B8 q5 F/ E' _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 n$ o$ b; H" ]1 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
: ]2 F# i, Y% RHow you tried to set them free, ) D2 x! ^6 c3 f2 \$ \+ h
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 A1 D& C9 ~7 Y9 h" ]# v# k
Perhaps they never will. |
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