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* ?* [( U6 Q. [, ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 F0 C. h1 l' |0 R {( A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% u1 z9 B' z4 X* e7 X# pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ e' v* \2 K- w) e, y/ S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' W, s1 I* ^$ q7 Z$ l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 @1 }( o- z0 r4 O! L# }. K9 l# t2 HHow you suffered for you sanity, & k9 A0 J+ ]; U5 V" b7 a/ s
How you tried to set them free, # A8 ?6 L' O L- n0 Z! O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " U* z$ E. a( }. E5 l6 c# Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ T# n# G, I: x9 J% LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 W5 m% v* u. J8 g3 F4 T1 l: zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 E6 m, Z" |3 A4 x8 e0 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 q3 y8 V) n g# q9 f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% z& V/ H& {5 _7 {7 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # T1 A2 A r) P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * y5 }3 w4 ]/ j) s! M& n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 Q# Q; X/ b% VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) h- G; }+ o x/ PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 m0 F8 j8 H: T8 q6 ]5 N3 O" T. W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 l, L4 B/ s" I" j3 N9 R3 w7 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 s/ `% \" t5 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ j' Q' i/ ~7 W" d& y' H. y) GHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 J( D7 E+ p/ o2 A: gHow you tried to set them free, , t+ p, Q2 _* L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 B+ U5 X) x! [% V$ `: s" h- e; gPerhaps they never will. |
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