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, e; R# z- Q* P, eStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 q& J" r1 i' u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . L ]4 N$ Q2 F) c$ ~4 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 T$ Q( k0 |6 c5 ?- ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 z2 b) B; r" i7 Y. {- uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& x; t8 K4 T) Y! j. w/ OHow you suffered for you sanity,
( s) r( Y: A" h: s {. e! D" tHow you tried to set them free,
, n8 j* _. R2 B, i+ l6 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# [4 ?2 p' R& ~# a6 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# Y7 K" F( s- l# m! a" _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& X( Q! a& P' h, t5 _9 p) t3 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / o" E. ]+ }* ^2 v; D6 q
Weathered 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 k5 J2 x4 ^1 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # b# @6 l% `6 S' ?3 y8 c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 }- q* r5 J0 N9 @" e* F# I3 B9 Y( DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ S1 s8 Y$ m4 i0 r; A6 f, Y$ ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 g& `$ G2 p# M6 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ A$ \4 {" i" D3 K$ J9 D, h" `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % f% _# ?2 L6 _) u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( x. l/ m: F" u! k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ P7 c" G$ k* s, Y' {/ F. ^( JHow you suffered for you sanity,
* a: B% `8 [1 F# t) aHow you tried to set them free, ' v, {7 {* j% X% o
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 Y9 u5 x+ c+ U9 j+ {8 r2 U: O
Perhaps they never will. |
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