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/ {4 R/ L/ v3 X& k0 I) ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ y3 t+ `% a3 i5 b2 h! oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " f, z/ @: M2 o/ N* |" ]; v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" g0 v0 o( `( }( N* YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * l1 B0 i. E0 G3 F& f/ N5 c* i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) b* a9 D6 M7 ^( MHow you suffered for you sanity, # y# Y3 o" L6 N, M
How you tried to set them free, ) Z" f( ^% W8 M m2 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. p4 S) a4 h4 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . m! R; k9 K& n- f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( e; c' o+ h, e+ N J- ~* X lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / z" K8 Q4 r3 W- D4 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. S e; ~: b) h+ W6 i, u+ n% d$ ?
! Y6 A, L( Q! [5 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( K d1 u% d% mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 p. f1 O. L, }* O# Q$ IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 A0 O' Q6 n% z" ?But I could have told you, Vincent, * Y' P5 U2 Q1 q# g5 Q" U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : @% B& v$ h1 }1 k9 x2 Z
' V5 W$ X/ y% d1 E* kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 ~0 b0 Z9 l( l6 Q9 K5 L$ J* mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 ?+ b. G6 Z1 j |, h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% L7 ~" ?) {) |) B2 I# t+ i' _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 V( Y7 P3 k* _3 v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / j @3 ~% |. |
How you suffered for you sanity,+ `6 K" g' E4 j! q: j
How you tried to set them free, 3 m6 C: R: v' i/ C. k; |0 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. [" n: y0 u" }9 |Perhaps they never will. |
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