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) n/ w7 o' {- HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 b( S9 u; ?; g/ o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. a7 V5 ?$ o, pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! j2 @+ \5 B. s# qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ K. l* c w0 V6 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% k% d5 p1 d8 q' w6 J$ sHow you suffered for you sanity,
, c) f- m" ]4 f* |" xHow you tried to set them free,
! U; T- T5 E! `8 l9 H: A$ S# GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 W) m' N3 O2 `: [5 k- ~3 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- x+ ^1 J- o% V* A. V2 }5 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 p0 ^7 k; r; b' MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
?0 i. u" V6 E; W6 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . D: U g% E1 I( m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- j0 _$ T5 z! KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& g9 Z4 o$ U9 R; iBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 w2 G) h3 i3 f5 M+ ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( t& B2 k- T' A, d7 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ O9 y) ? w; g6 h6 K. o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , v0 @, _# \4 R W8 {
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,
( @- q, Q5 R; ?How you suffered for you sanity,
! `! _7 z D) y6 f5 p" e4 B' lHow you tried to set them free, 2 C; H8 w d, c! c7 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 b$ a& c1 m! B3 HPerhaps they never will. |
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