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* ]) l8 v3 Q- i- o5 t: \. X. m) UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , W: ~3 G* O. B6 Z/ K* @2 J. n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / C$ f. V: H; A) l& C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% _! N$ t1 ?6 V" n! {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 `3 j3 A% l$ K3 t/ i7 H% E8 J" uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
I, H, O: {$ t9 Z$ n# o2 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
) E! \' X, |% {. O+ m& zHow you tried to set them free,
?$ f* O/ f3 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ L, R/ W+ y& f6 A+ A# h1 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; Q8 U+ _* a5 y5 u( B- Z$ `- _. TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ Z W, z3 J" cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( ^* f4 Y" ~0 @5 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 K% b4 Y! s2 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
v: V) c3 U9 \8 NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
R, s2 O+ s1 ]& I' s- fBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 o& f/ e: f" @3 \5 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- `% Q8 O/ k3 L" I8 C6 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 U' m- J7 R# o( o9 R( i, R4 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; [ b/ {) V5 x7 h( U- Q* w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 m" O3 z/ r* |" p" p/ k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : q' U1 [4 Z+ h
2 @# h9 I3 z3 L7 M* z8 _) gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( V) ` {. n. o8 r/ WHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 a! G$ m! Y5 n6 ^. n0 yHow you tried to set them free, " O* @8 o: L) f, P* c2 ~% D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 R* {2 t# Z! n7 Y) oPerhaps they never will. |
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