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9 m6 }, v) w5 ~# p- s& eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 C& E- y: `0 ~# z- O4 Y+ e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 R# w" q2 _- F: v( P* |$ LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& [" e0 Z: p$ ^' s1 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / n z+ N) e% y; h" D' s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- V+ O& I- `: ^$ UHow you suffered for you sanity,
% q/ c3 Q, r0 I: FHow you tried to set them free,
" J& S6 ?1 ]4 N# qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " A; T4 a, T3 s: W. E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( b: Y" N* O/ C1 O, T: Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 ]. Y) F; O* r) v) y; q. G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # t4 t$ h/ l+ {( p+ N9 [& m! p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 k' g, v2 ?; O5 ]1 z( R0 z7 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
N+ n+ X3 Z6 M* b( i! d4 xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 d% y3 j4 z |3 j5 @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# _; ^6 ^, S& r* zBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 U5 f/ x; c+ U6 S2 W7 ]) L. }: o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 ?9 ?4 z$ `* v/ {+ f
9 S' {4 }" G5 Z+ [" Q# D3 X8 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 n! P! \. B& H" o: v5 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 q' }) `# l, KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 y- ^1 }/ e- h- q3 t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ |# b* q/ S2 l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, T: \! m" k2 Y p) y" PHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ @6 A4 ~; F3 G* ~How you tried to set them free,
; G. t! g+ Q$ g: lThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) R& E1 }" f, s& c+ y, `
Perhaps they never will. |
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