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6 e/ L' y( T; u$ F: P/ RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 Y" ?( k" |$ A" P c( v+ pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : Q' g& x( r+ y0 A" e& u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) e L9 Q1 `$ G- n+ [. [9 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 u a6 Z( V$ K9 P k/ L6 {# V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 s& a- _. ~( |7 ?How you suffered for you sanity, ( ^- r* }5 ]3 m+ P5 ^
How you tried to set them free,
) A }7 g5 x, aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # u% d6 f1 N: b1 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ R% W8 q1 d8 d# j1 W6 y9 [) NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 C6 Y1 z4 L# U& YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! S# {8 z$ ~9 s" b3 {6 ?8 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; \" M* W& ?$ g( D; g" R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 X1 h+ r- R3 v8 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ~6 m c' o' A; W C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( [5 ~) K8 x4 \ X- xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 t( U: ~" p0 z+ ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 f J% f2 v/ i+ S& R Y/ ]6 Q
6 n/ H! ?/ g4 |+ D' kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : Z& N* z' m6 H+ l* W. A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( S; z8 p# h" W- p9 ?; S kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " ]9 [4 o, M4 I* u4 J3 f5 Q/ B/ g
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,
! H8 {: }% q7 VHow you suffered for you sanity,, [# K& m% }; Z4 q
How you tried to set them free, 7 \0 u7 {4 {* Q! ]2 y9 H
They would not listen they're not listening still, * v# P% u! \# i$ b& T1 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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