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5 E1 p# ^6 v7 f3 w) r+ TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " O" U) {& V! X& }6 `6 _3 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 H: a2 N/ P/ L0 [2 q, Y4 P2 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 c! A( e4 ]- dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ n8 [: s& C4 Y+ q; zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ n# {- Q4 d1 X0 e- B' x
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 ~$ i" j% l, V- `
How you tried to set them free, ; y Q d. m' Z' {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & e. ~1 E# ?2 ?. c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- p9 J- a0 g7 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & C& w+ x3 g/ r) _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, N" }" `$ e' h! H2 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( o p" S, {3 _- j4 q* n/ BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 W# T. \& {. K: R) M7 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / J( D6 [& S% G& _5 d- D4 D+ ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& g1 ^" O; ] A( X+ k7 g' T' M vBut I could have told you, Vincent, * Z' X/ J8 \6 U7 h: W/ h9 @( f: z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % A" [- F0 N& {4 o5 j7 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- r- i/ A/ u* ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# J3 I( A: y+ n) m- l1 \: k3 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : A5 [" X4 ]; ]# H$ E
) _6 ~8 W/ s5 ]2 P, DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) L b7 a! ~" p5 S9 h
How you suffered for you sanity,2 P8 k* D7 H: _6 }
How you tried to set them free, ' ^+ L2 a( Y5 _4 s( @- }& G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ f5 F- H# ^$ X3 e9 x5 aPerhaps they never will. |
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