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8 K8 J! w% G0 `6 K# u( ^4 TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ U# ~1 y5 {6 ?$ q% A" a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, u, x$ D( i7 \/ s& ?" J$ `6 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 V3 u# e" p( N. G3 o4 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 l' R* [4 L" B9 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' M6 e& e0 J* [6 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
! R. H2 i! ^- T, J& CHow you tried to set them free, g. J; n0 z5 K" V# w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 A6 \) C1 X7 O/ B( j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 N K4 v/ o) L9 W$ k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & U) a- B4 { V6 }; }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. F* U" |# o; W$ R% R7 z" NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& a$ [! H/ f' i) c9 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( a2 j+ P- K# IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / w7 o+ ` U- m0 W0 ]" J- l& x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % \4 p$ {# Y$ q9 r( @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ Q3 k! o* S- v4 f1 X- e; U NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. I, ^9 B% U1 U5 `0 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & {. K& {+ K; \# o7 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ H: I5 W2 ?( k+ |* E7 P& zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 H, v" C, }& b: x i4 y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; e$ o9 Z# j4 I; k" v# S/ j- gHow you suffered for you sanity,; b, r3 x7 D$ ~: O" G( x
How you tried to set them free, 3 i G0 w& J- M0 j! b' w$ z% s
They would not listen they're not listening still, i& ?- U" t: T% r
Perhaps they never will. |
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