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( m H* z2 p1 \2 X: F4 u. KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' |! [" w/ p! W8 x5 t" wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 v0 t- d+ e! ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 x M- @+ j3 ~2 g4 R, hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % g# O0 }0 X; n: V- b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' b" W* y0 U% W, M7 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
t4 Q& N, P5 r$ S/ m( H+ fHow you tried to set them free, . y) n: W( G B% I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 l: o n3 P) ?3 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : E4 |7 d) q$ ~+ I. ?, z/ I$ k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' ?( k! }& }; b4 O1 b! `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 u+ b) M b2 j& T* N+ A( u7 A5 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 v4 g' e: D u+ S/ ]
" W* d1 L& _* s& B# [8 k- o! O% r" uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 G( b: r4 D( D$ w, Q# h3 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% f! k* u& I& E- X2 ~" pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " E2 y1 P+ D0 k) ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 b8 A. ~) r4 ]) Y( p6 h2 ]5 `4 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 d3 J: D( X0 F' q. CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & ^& y; I. B3 E. v, B8 q& i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 @6 h3 I" o4 X# I" t/ O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# m: o0 x: x. y3 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 N [1 q: L# u- m9 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
( b4 R1 T j0 B4 i' t1 aHow you tried to set them free,
0 r: J- h4 R) O0 ]$ N/ k$ D! x2 }. [They would not listen they're not listening still,
: u# }" ?/ u; m V1 @! {Perhaps they never will. |
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