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1 \9 O. P" B# DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' I! W; U1 ~* y, S3 r% V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : t) H9 q- n1 U2 G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 O; W- Z8 Z' n) K- C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 B1 N# C2 d$ n, R$ j9 _4 k6 U2 h2 H7 Z! n, d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& M& Y5 X m _: J
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 e; N3 m1 U) A) w# T7 \: _How you tried to set them free, ( Z% A2 v1 e3 v& N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
u* Y9 x; ^; I/ M4 {- SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ E9 y9 _ H' F" \. qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& f0 Q+ T1 e' ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
b. ^6 q" p0 P0 A2 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' |: o" J" J9 P+ _# X: B" _$ k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ e; L. m! S' Q, Y+ a5 r# N* k4 s! jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 p# o$ E" w( m/ \, J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' J) u5 i" ~$ R" w/ _6 aBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 t' {5 J0 s. d& r7 d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % N+ d! F8 z7 D9 A( W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* x& S" P( ?" g* g3 G, n( GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ e. K4 s/ G/ ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( y; ~6 i8 w: ~% K, tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + J/ m! p- y" B4 g) X- r2 C$ s7 N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ {* j9 V! e0 l4 \. RHow you suffered for you sanity,: o3 C( z" H _3 s: p1 N5 o
How you tried to set them free,
s7 a6 h! T% O3 @5 ]They would not listen they're not listening still, ( m7 o/ L; m" i& e5 H, C0 e \9 r5 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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