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. N# \( |# `$ f' } k0 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , w% K; w8 X4 Q% r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! {: H ~1 A3 A" h/ v1 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ m) ~% L3 f/ |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( _1 ^6 y- e- Y8 i0 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ [; ^ m( g2 }5 }2 i5 w% E' wHow you suffered for you sanity,
* D, L7 u4 J% B- l2 VHow you tried to set them free, - o# I3 g/ n1 A9 P) Q4 F7 I+ p% u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 i: o! Y; u" l/ x0 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * P' i7 d& r: \& ^! p5 X9 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# k7 O6 S0 c. K9 n9 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 u. }, \7 o& \) r! o+ j8 b* x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 w, h4 h( {) I! U( f( y- x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ Z4 |5 o& t+ s4 G+ C; ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' x2 o) d) w/ d7 v, S0 p0 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 q$ m* B0 K" E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( Z& D8 ^' Z3 q" o u# J+ c( o' |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " F B% R. B1 ^6 I) D7 Z
# V' N& s% ~* M+ wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / l5 r) ], A6 r% k- [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 Y& n0 C2 d8 `! @ K6 ~. M8 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; a2 u$ H/ I) Z6 ]. }$ _- }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 V# ^2 ]* D' Q+ E- J; NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 z+ W! Z J* D; I- p+ f& sHow you suffered for you sanity,
: ?& }; e( X! f% c; H: WHow you tried to set them free, * O2 z/ t/ t& `. U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; m* k3 b3 X X" S( ^2 LPerhaps they never will. |
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