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+ L- O' [( d/ X6 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ U8 [9 K I: d4 v- j/ X2 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 [7 D6 W1 s0 R- U+ }7 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. s/ n- b; ^+ g4 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 B h5 O' `8 ?8 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ w; F' o9 s- m8 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 B3 V k& A; n& X2 D$ a; MHow you tried to set them free,
: ~! b( j5 \# m7 }4 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' E+ p: u; T2 A& b9 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : G: }& o+ }) S- E: d0 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
T5 Y7 V& }, S9 r7 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& D7 Q4 }" T; t( v5 M- b1 x8 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . I: M3 V3 S& F" E2 P* C" u
0 ~- u; ]8 \* d4 A& w% AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# Y) o0 I t, g, `6 s& V' }) bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " u6 m4 m- j" X+ t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
`9 ` a* D. @1 b1 H q. S LBut I could have told you, Vincent, * Y8 D0 D) E+ k+ e+ ?7 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) Z: J# {. z& B( s# e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / U) M0 x6 u+ c6 Y6 T; Q; w, s3 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + q) o) p- a, G2 U0 O3 Q4 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! d. G v+ B* D5 G9 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% E: O5 [9 o+ `, k1 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; [5 R( N" [8 k) X }
How you suffered for you sanity,8 ^$ Y1 Q# Z1 |, c# W0 X7 S
How you tried to set them free, 5 ]) g2 w4 N! W( A
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 g( `( n) E1 m9 ^9 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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