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+ o3 ]7 K& P: t( ^* M4 eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ y! n, p9 ~" ?! W! b. }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! p5 J0 ?! z) N c; y) a% H* F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% Y2 t8 ~8 A" u3 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 g1 m D- N- j' K0 ?1 j5 D& j5 c: r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! N8 a8 n0 ?- I& n: c% W
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 l/ n# ` F- E8 jHow you tried to set them free, 6 x6 `& ]5 d; C [$ t8 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 z5 k6 G2 \+ |; W9 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
g1 a# L& A% e: i- R" y6 ?1 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ^7 G1 ~6 N* T* b+ e4 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- R, m% `: L& W7 y* TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 y9 S' F( ^; h& MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 l4 ~' m* x4 kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 t h% P+ x* ^7 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, ?4 K9 _8 |4 I; aBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 H7 q# l, b5 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 P& V% c4 a7 D' t5 b- ]8 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & r. L& ~- C! X7 F' _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 T m( ~! ^4 s) e3 W$ O: dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 d* G- d) I: ZThe 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, . p, q# a c( j9 N5 s
How you suffered for you sanity,( s+ u* V# ~3 y: p* `
How you tried to set them free, # [/ C4 r9 T2 ?! T* _
They would not listen they're not listening still, * G1 q6 _; z; y$ o2 i. `5 ?! O: c( s2 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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