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f- m# F5 M, N4 I% wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& s; h3 {) K2 V8 C- ~; YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( U! Q' f% [) d( ^9 v0 l$ c, z% f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 R5 A$ x$ \* N& KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; a( Y7 N2 Z- H3 I) X0 w; q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ A* ]0 W; ]. }; l9 f% ZHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 T* y1 n) R* s
How you tried to set them free,
# m- ^6 W: o, IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : l# v9 R ?- p' [( j( R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* J, b7 J/ `# s: R+ O5 r$ tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 s9 i i4 s7 y$ m0 F6 k7 w1 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- C! T+ Y( ~1 H: w& @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 U# q& L4 c5 C4 |4 C9 c1 c" V" WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 o* c& d9 `+ o7 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - c* d( x6 s; I @9 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - N5 z! [5 g+ @. Q1 P9 m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
A( a* Q6 R1 D, [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 \( J4 T+ H$ s s% n! JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 e, a2 D% T4 N+ cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 u9 Q# p- B6 W2 h4 kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 m) a" y% w" e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' v+ J- j. m4 T) y. x
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 i8 `. R5 ^. F+ C0 m' s% IHow you tried to set them free, - a i H; ~2 G2 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 n3 N: i4 i. x# p
Perhaps they never will. |
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