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5 k5 n, f% h3 N* \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 c3 D- W# ^& _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , Z0 k7 F$ I+ v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! _3 c; m; u# I& _' q4 Q5 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 O! x- k+ o' P" gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 S$ u2 w" M$ A; V: y- z4 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 n! v& U# H' D3 ?* ?9 JHow you tried to set them free, 2 c9 a) Z! l' z0 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 l# b3 ]: y& d. o2 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( u( f. _. i' y6 p5 |$ xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 K0 R: Y* D% Q1 J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( G9 W5 R4 M# }% ~) a7 `! |$ ZWeathered 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,
" c4 }3 G5 P: F w0 Z6 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' }) m1 _ c8 }+ q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " \. ` s( k0 g2 w9 ^2 t6 b
But I could have told you, Vincent, . Y; L& D. A% z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 J( ]& j0 w7 g8 J; ?
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' g) Z4 | w1 f P8 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( {5 a7 S; Z! _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. i, A$ t; v+ _6 K4 `, A L: u2 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 u$ Z# r1 h% F m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ ?2 Y% M `5 I/ l* e$ T4 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
& ?/ _" P% Q1 x4 L. F5 g* tHow you tried to set them free, / p( X8 p0 H# {
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( e2 n( H1 z$ E+ p- V0 \4 c3 w, l" ]5 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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