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5 j. o; r( a: k2 T4 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' |. S% v8 S1 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & N F5 X; k* h' y8 ~5 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' A+ w6 v5 A- l; x& C: q% j8 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. H7 M6 s; A5 v, B- iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 `4 H" @; d4 q2 U& jHow you suffered for you sanity, ) W! h5 E& e& R6 x( o+ v
How you tried to set them free,
! s- R7 u7 X- G1 V s PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 j! A1 g/ D, X! u' B3 PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + x" P- t7 h) |* W7 L. M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / k6 m9 G8 Y1 H$ r A6 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & a7 x h: S& [, [5 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 Y: S" l% J. c. ~( R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 s3 l+ Q* c! T" ~ sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- C: L2 a4 S" |( v5 q2 G2 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 v1 k- P+ v) L/ }, a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" F* M; |: e( Z8 v! }4 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 `- L# h! X. m' S8 W. h2 O) ~) M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 Z) A# f: Y: ?: s) J, uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 X: B1 c, O' bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ [3 V+ P0 l) f: V6 f- yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! d- U& O* K; B0 p+ u) a: k" XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : c6 ]" v% f [' s
How you suffered for you sanity,! v8 Z+ E% c' f0 U* h- l" Z
How you tried to set them free, + [$ E1 j& T+ F3 j1 F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( k. U2 h6 { E8 w/ DPerhaps they never will. |
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