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g- Z5 {# D; W% S) F6 zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 X0 s3 C$ I9 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( e1 q5 r( [& ^4 ~, ^1 l' L( [- k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 E- ?7 _4 ?. V% M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / F( y/ G7 _* {1 h; M9 ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, m5 G8 A5 z3 T' P" @! q* a. L d7 B* B- M
How you suffered for you sanity,
! s* k/ _: N% ?1 K8 Z* f0 B. KHow you tried to set them free, 6 K0 f7 x k. w$ U+ q0 m# [8 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 P0 z6 n U6 @3 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, K+ N4 M; W! N" m& W9 F7 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ `: N5 Q c" V, F- P4 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % M6 ^; s f( ~ `; E& F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% J+ t5 D7 S4 Y, `% l3 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
i# K5 }# ^# a! Z3 o) A: ^" JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 k( ?* u4 L8 E5 |1 u2 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* g/ S0 V1 X7 p- l& ^: FBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( x# \9 h9 v- b1 g- a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' }/ N) h5 |. v. vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! ~ ~( l% g- S2 Z* m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( U1 i( g) @! _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: L& R4 z" Q8 y4 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % E( r3 V5 v" o& Q
8 x4 }) l6 O0 s$ Z6 C5 w+ aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
W- ^/ w: E$ [4 Q" ~) }2 l- dHow you suffered for you sanity,
u6 E/ V/ s& a& @" T6 o* M8 VHow you tried to set them free,
* P. E* f1 [ UThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( L" A! c! ^1 i8 B6 N# ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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