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' V E. |5 f. L) E9 h) `) IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% X* Y% H+ |0 v/ T/ i- l! ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ M, ?1 x' ]+ ^& o. d9 k9 H+ g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' M* \* G6 l7 S' Q) C! M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / J* P6 V y& z: y. w9 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ a5 {" M3 l1 T- o {" y! \
How you suffered for you sanity, - K5 [4 k6 p& f$ [9 ~
How you tried to set them free, 5 c2 t8 e5 M: d* G) h5 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 a8 T. |7 @2 {2 A& PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ @) r9 N' h8 g7 P/ [* K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 N7 [& [3 G& |/ P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! ^" A# U4 u8 I+ L+ G$ O; _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,
! [( ^4 C: I' a& v* fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) S8 S+ l0 k+ y" OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, t. g$ B. c2 X4 B0 Z$ eBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 M4 P+ A/ M5 g' Q8 x; z$ h5 u/ u { T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 D, k+ j1 j8 m& i: vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) Z& V/ Z; s" d' O* xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 N+ |2 e( ?) @, hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* D: X$ I$ ^+ ~1 v, @7 W C; p6 a* rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 W2 P1 s* F9 ?. m! ~* ]5 C" B- u! \
8 W# A. R3 ~3 u: f/ G$ BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ o. c. Q* x1 c; E* K* W7 _
How you suffered for you sanity,1 G6 I+ a: C, ?# e" R
How you tried to set them free,
' @2 u; S# N, ]6 vThey would not listen they're not listening still, : s, u$ V. z v" @
Perhaps they never will. |
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