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& x9 j# }. c$ V$ {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + H& ]" L6 G0 t: P5 `% v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; T: z' U8 ]/ Y" `) a& TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( T2 V6 C2 X0 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ P9 q' m, y6 D7 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% Y0 E$ ~$ a4 cHow you suffered for you sanity, / R8 [* e# N% ]' I; I: N
How you tried to set them free, & z, |0 e: y3 l5 U1 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# ?! V$ |$ ?; @- r: m0 T, H( JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ o3 C; B, _5 E0 |* |0 OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 \5 ?5 r+ Q- [ P1 s) WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; \6 s2 J. G0 b6 T" G8 c5 `% @8 eWeathered 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, / ]8 s% }- U: C% V% T/ V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " I2 U5 M, O# i: }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . J. W/ n7 ~$ [6 X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: W) w6 z, D# E0 k8 ?( @, F$ ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 u6 d% ?! W; t- r5 D1 W9 v1 aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & }2 r' \9 L: K( x6 F' P. Y( c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" N. v9 E" `8 ^$ z2 J; lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % Y% h' T& U/ S5 { W; G! b, b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' ^, O. j6 Q' a' k X# e6 }
4 B) C H( C- j7 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! l9 H, K" K6 w( n8 F5 yHow you suffered for you sanity,' {5 |% X$ E; T! l$ |7 V1 y
How you tried to set them free,
& E. @6 }$ @: } d( SThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 T# b: e( a4 w' G! b: q* G. q
Perhaps they never will. |
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