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1 u1 W! |. _# [; W& W4 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . p( `$ t, F6 U1 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ J! F$ T5 c# |% N7 ^# W# _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; C1 s' d# T) B9 A8 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; V/ W% |' [$ Z( x: |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 U8 X9 I- i% t- gHow you suffered for you sanity, ( [' j4 F G6 ]* u* C
How you tried to set them free,
& t) ~7 T# y8 c4 G9 u' q/ I' G; TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 X' K4 p1 ~" S3 ^, R2 U5 _" SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & v# X" n4 B2 @$ U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 c+ q' v' Z' j+ A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 g3 ^) S8 c5 W/ Q0 n1 B) [Weathered 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, # y! _0 Y+ V0 q6 o$ z+ N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , W4 r5 j$ h6 h) D* Y4 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % q3 v( ~8 E2 o$ H/ F( y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ c W3 `& E! fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 m0 f T- n1 F0 N8 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 {! L d" y2 n$ S: `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 G- K9 T7 S! h [8 }. \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. I8 E1 X% M+ `1 y- JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! n) R: T' q9 T( U$ W3 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 v( ?8 F2 X3 {! l& g1 XHow you tried to set them free, [' Z' m$ {9 r- _7 m4 _
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 H* u6 I# z2 i. O& l
Perhaps they never will. |
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