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) n9 ~: ^ L9 T; l/ @. t, K/ } MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 @+ {! a; {" r- n4 {0 G7 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( z$ e; v3 m% Y/ V- lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! f" F+ k4 u, {+ x* Q8 q; C" ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' L+ \. u2 R- v0 Z8 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& p' c. Z4 f3 S( P# p' H
How you suffered for you sanity,
& Q' t' X; Y9 [0 }) PHow you tried to set them free, # ~5 g( K) v5 m/ N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 e3 j' Y& w* u/ T/ NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 j5 ` R) t" {5 \' S; { y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . N2 W" N3 K8 x V0 K; _& r5 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 i8 v& D7 {7 L' e8 XWeathered 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,
( M9 i4 L' E+ ~+ kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% E3 _3 t5 k) `: _# V, IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) P% l' I, M4 I: r0 \But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 G! N! _- S0 n( }0 A$ _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + C& r: z) W2 D6 f% v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* b) c$ [$ P# O: u9 a5 l$ }1 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& @; H- C9 H2 VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. w9 |$ F* _, B
5 K, s! i& w0 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. d+ @2 B! J4 Y9 t+ vHow you suffered for you sanity,& Z. \) O3 ~* y( L3 x) ^: `) g0 G
How you tried to set them free,
% P/ q1 D2 f4 v' i5 k! S) o$ XThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 R4 g1 y( X4 S/ @5 H' k1 ^% g4 x. \
Perhaps they never will. |
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