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o. S4 h( H6 s& ] IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & s( x! J0 P3 H, G: I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / T# S2 P# L0 @. `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ ^$ E' v0 ?) [. uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 n5 x/ v0 B" @" Q1 ~: q6 i: Y" @; J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 Q4 R$ T q" r& J) Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 }5 _4 Y+ O- E" r' X! x! ?+ GHow you tried to set them free, ) }+ _( O0 B; z, }, k) ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. Q# k" |; g( B4 ~. s; K$ l5 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 b i1 @8 K0 X8 @0 y0 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 W7 u& S+ C6 V( x0 u+ K/ K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# m" @+ N7 _$ k6 }9 I9 j/ e6 ^: xWeathered 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, * `3 \- W6 G- x( o: i7 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& X4 z2 L0 A, z! {0 c. \; WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 k, a( s1 h5 ?/ d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ u8 \' `, `9 C3 ? e; TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. e& [' h" A* ?9 F. s: w* gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, l! R& Y# H6 v" @! ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- J. x7 c% }# q Z4 }/ j) e: m7 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 p+ N4 y+ j/ X8 p# {3 Y$ P( pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 i3 G E5 Q- t! XHow you suffered for you sanity,
& z% q! |9 x! v' D) Y& iHow you tried to set them free, 1 h" a/ i9 d& }& [
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' }$ w# N$ {: h- p( ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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