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3 E- K5 H: p4 z. N2 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' }0 l& Y, i8 C, m5 I0 B& QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , e9 {9 y0 @/ T W% H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( \- ^5 b8 s- v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 j3 V7 R$ l7 R" Y+ u: i6 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" [& I! u; z' @ n- o1 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ W- @& t5 v( o- F7 S; |How you tried to set them free, 7 c" n$ u ~5 J, M; r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * x5 \: ^% Z" D% ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ z/ w8 F ]" F% Y% A8 o" D3 M/ tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 Z1 V% C& a& V$ Z& O5 Q# yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# [' z5 T* P# m; p) ^3 g9 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 @6 N5 Z' d' u, q. n6 [5 }! v$ z2 E; w
5 t& P6 X( W) `4 o ^6 M+ ^/ KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 A0 u+ R& D) P8 S1 Z9 Z5 j8 B2 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 J- y! P# N. Q' d7 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( U! E; q' d& _' ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 X" K3 A( V* I6 x# nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 \6 \" h; g' B/ d xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 W0 }( u, Q: ^6 M5 tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( D' H: E! Y4 z' CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 [# G7 c9 B6 i3 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ W( d- t/ B7 A ~, e3 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 Z6 h% z0 Y( r2 w/ F0 z) M0 x" P" @
How you suffered for you sanity,
" D% x2 N! g' X9 d. F: ?How you tried to set them free, ( ^8 K+ M A1 {. |+ q, K8 q0 r! t0 t
They would not listen they're not listening still, * }2 y9 B+ _, x5 @4 @! y1 g: C- P
Perhaps they never will. |
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