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& G. r/ M$ ~! o- ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 R$ e+ u4 k Q6 F& ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , H( C" k6 [/ U9 @* c5 `( K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 c" ~& t }( b1 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + S3 c5 G8 ?6 U9 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; {2 Y2 V% b; H" A1 @) d* bHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 Y# }& Y" h9 [+ q2 v6 L8 v3 hHow you tried to set them free, 7 _6 @# o, t: p) N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . _8 ^; A/ l; S+ D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ h- Z7 V6 Q+ n: b% ^- d! kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 h& A' R0 ^2 F& v- nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 a0 Y( D, E& M8 \9 Y* G9 H# aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ @+ E- k7 m; ]) L3 j+ CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' _: D G, ~* _, x/ j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 M: G$ b. }! |' |You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 ?9 D( H/ z; S4 Y0 _' \ p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# X0 V2 u3 [% X4 F* sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , Q4 x* g4 o g- Z& d
& T/ \- E6 g: W$ XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' A) O, h: G2 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; F6 J3 v2 f" X% E3 S$ l; jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 [9 y/ W7 k3 i8 E! H. s L' n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" H. n8 i1 B) k8 f7 @" s( @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 ]" `& c0 E3 w9 k- V
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 Z% Y+ O4 u+ a9 O- N% BHow you tried to set them free, / J6 I* ~* p+ p# s
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 p- P5 x q( \+ z! Q* H, `
Perhaps they never will. |
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