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& q# T: {# a( T7 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 K' J% ]0 N$ }. o( t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 O9 `& l/ n* @& o- U4 w' s% |2 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 ?2 \4 e; g( H, ?. a& y0 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! T; O' q' Q* K b" E5 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' Z Q( R; M% d8 }1 _/ D9 IHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 i* R3 x, E" D& U+ j
How you tried to set them free, & [6 T5 U' y N- m. ^# Y9 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 z7 A0 Y. F+ c$ W, P9 _/ S, _: ~9 _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ z* {2 T; w# `. VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, T x2 S/ S% [+ z1 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & S1 e$ m# G1 O6 |9 @4 p2 N) v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. |( }; F n5 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! ?1 E. l. o6 F7 B% b6 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) Z" x" ?" E- P6 g4 W; J# k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 y) {. f4 _& _; g$ H) d1 o$ y7 P) P
But I could have told you, Vincent, # _6 R$ |3 W& N4 o6 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 G9 u( i, b/ Y- Y2 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! e' M' r/ w; ~' n2 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 b6 O4 ?4 Q7 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; Y# k/ t% ]# D+ j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 X& o. ]( m8 W6 L% t P( Y
How you suffered for you sanity,0 ]* R5 ]0 l& D4 @3 ~9 ]' S4 \' S
How you tried to set them free,
8 w7 B0 ]4 M$ t0 B7 xThey would not listen they're not listening still, # v( E5 p* ]8 h0 d3 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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