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: ]5 R) k9 N! N- WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' V) I# y* T, C. l6 @" F) GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) B6 D9 F1 k& i3 ~1 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: `, i! X- c: b" h9 I; `! c! T8 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% K* P+ L8 |6 MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 j' \8 K( @6 p, ^1 eHow you suffered for you sanity, ; _ F1 }7 V$ G9 ?! l. q
How you tried to set them free,
+ ]8 a: b; L* LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ F' A# D& m: S# H. K# ?- d$ w) JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 s0 D8 Z) _/ X# i1 ^( aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & k1 h. V. w+ d$ o: n) [2 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( F$ N4 S0 ^; p+ |; T% r. CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; Q2 Q2 Z7 R& m6 z+ M' o( V- k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 L, g9 \$ K0 [, T7 a: fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! T8 b n! Z% @4 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ S4 n F/ w/ ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 s2 v6 \* z3 k9 E6 a5 M4 q# i- PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 a2 ]# S* b& a' [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 G$ f: M# ]2 R% N7 _- X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / C; c5 K2 h+ v R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( w& x9 e$ A! p& f i! LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : u Y+ z- t$ C3 n" @; Z! e) ~. b% V& i, k
6 J& H9 E& e+ E) n) _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! X, t4 P" D4 _% a F1 zHow you suffered for you sanity,+ [/ E1 N2 z# A
How you tried to set them free, / o/ Q2 c6 X! _" }
They would not listen they're not listening still, - S3 I( r/ B. R. c3 f
Perhaps they never will. |
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