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$ s' ^6 T G5 h5 q, KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . X' w6 p+ D+ K# A; [$ r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 K* B3 h+ F) w! ^, R3 \! h! Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, I" ~" J# S5 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 C2 ^# V3 ~- T* Q" C3 x0 i, e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# ?! C0 k% @" y, XHow you suffered for you sanity,
! i0 a2 G* I4 E2 q- x# q0 THow you tried to set them free,
% ^! d! |) I( ^7 n, Q2 V; z! YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 d; S9 {, X0 g+ B- z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) n1 n, D( K7 t g( |8 q+ u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 m1 i# \% q: @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + F9 X& ]6 k( ?7 F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 V0 [- b3 R$ W* V" e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 D. X- ~0 \- L- C( V4 h2 BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 _5 G8 U2 o9 Q4 i9 h- H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * I- J. M; h: Z- O0 E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ a' C6 i/ i- UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 G" {, U( z" e" u$ \( O5 f- y IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 h( z& m+ r- R$ G/ g) BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * t9 \$ Q& O9 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( m& e+ A0 V" k) o* f2 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. h0 X6 [, j' l( L ]" W3 G
# X s4 n7 {& W/ sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 H; I" {+ B6 s* b& f, ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 h8 D; a4 P' P( sHow you tried to set them free, 3 Y- x9 G5 U6 Z( R. m
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! ^/ Q; w) @( @0 E7 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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