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: L/ B( }- O8 c' kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) l6 F! \0 q1 [" r0 Q* r' G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 n! B2 ^! o; d( k1 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 T S" Y0 z6 n: b& I1 S% u: ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . i& T; _5 y" m. ]( A9 U# G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* V/ ]2 x9 [* O! N) b' s; xHow you suffered for you sanity, ( [5 P; P- o4 G
How you tried to set them free,
7 l; e6 x& T. ]8 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; ?* p; |5 n: l7 N' X' S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" p3 X. t, P2 y8 c- @8 Y PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 M' @. J, C9 N# ~, f( P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" b. D, z4 s( _1 |% W9 W8 y3 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * T9 q* _( x$ E$ R0 R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . J2 v( p& y- R. R8 d# z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 w O+ q% ?9 b9 t' c, n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ c' |3 y+ v, q8 }But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 Z q/ L: j# q' ]# W$ x& @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 g* H1 v1 B3 ] yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ O+ \5 W, H& o: c m+ j8 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* ~2 R; Q3 [) U0 y6 C/ ^1 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! ^3 L4 T& P0 o. V" {' q
6 ^& Y; D5 k( X2 h) v( W2 C. XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 {! g, K/ t& y2 S) o: t* o T0 ~( F
How you suffered for you sanity,! M) {5 n# o( [$ U. o
How you tried to set them free, 1 C. g1 ?) C8 v' X
They would not listen they're not listening still, . ?1 M6 q9 s! o1 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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