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9 F, ^' F$ l8 v: V; HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % G* H2 n2 E% k0 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 [9 b& Q* m+ _1 H' rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
d( o2 x% ^! T6 U& RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 p0 _9 S" T+ ]. [# Z5 A- o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, |# x' [% l) y" y% Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
" ^8 M- W7 n) Y3 i& a2 cHow you tried to set them free,
6 h& N) o$ b' }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; l k% _9 Y$ M$ u" u7 G# DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; G0 y+ H; x1 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 P: p K: Y& C7 F0 m2 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 r2 Y3 J- i8 s+ S! m/ b2 d1 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; I3 o) L2 X. Y m, W7 r5 Q' dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 s* u# [; D5 H+ @" Y! YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 R& d9 r2 D' jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 V! j$ a* k2 sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
Q' X- L8 T' k% gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( D9 _& e/ b+ }! K& DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . R- ]$ y( t$ r) P- |7 d8 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , c7 `, e* J+ T3 [/ d3 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / v { X; ^7 w
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, ( o+ C' h3 m* `3 ?" Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 L5 l; N) }/ h% v8 cHow you tried to set them free, ! M8 f* M6 e7 E8 q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 f" ?6 h- {( y4 f$ x$ Q- S
Perhaps they never will. |
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