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6 ?8 u; J. x. [ L! |4 M& N6 }$ KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & {, w5 N) q4 Q M" I2 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( ~& @; B# x! W0 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, L8 W7 Y2 B) G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 a7 }! Z5 v+ y/ R" X8 B2 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; W0 `1 R1 X* T1 S) bHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 X! ?$ x/ N! E- c2 l. C
How you tried to set them free, # g I0 R; Y$ x" j7 I, K+ b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 h% \: A& T6 p- V6 ^+ JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ L2 A3 l9 d/ C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 U$ G/ M2 g) c' DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 m; d8 b* x$ o: TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; `* w; }( f3 R P W/ f1 Z1 N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- N6 O. ^+ ?2 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 I0 s3 ?& \6 F& d# q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ j+ E$ `; Q- r2 B( E( r# `But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ D/ r0 h) x5 C" L% |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 G" p* I w' Z8 n0 ~
, D. h/ O# ?, ^$ [4 u4 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 V/ b' i3 V( f# ? q( `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 t7 Z* Z8 d( |! Z5 Q5 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 j% {6 h4 D ]+ b& b' ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , C: e, ?, C6 G1 G3 I$ H* |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; {* K4 |: n" G* v
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ o6 ?' `8 m& N: RHow you tried to set them free,
# x2 I# R+ P3 K" b0 x& FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 }7 n, l" c) [ e: o5 XPerhaps they never will. |
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