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* T. u. j7 r6 ~- }4 VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & i u r$ T* W( S7 t! W+ e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 p/ t3 x8 T# Q6 I8 s( o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 T8 h- h5 V+ z" aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , K2 g# X+ n- T3 u. O9 }; o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. M k6 D3 `. g5 `9 w8 B; dHow you suffered for you sanity, $ e- ?/ q9 {$ z) r1 g- s, W; j
How you tried to set them free,
5 ]+ q( o2 `: Q0 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ v+ v" w9 G2 Q; MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! q* s7 }+ x* i. c/ ?- r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & @) Q7 G5 X0 E& z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' d* E7 h+ U5 ?! _; ~5 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 h* h( T2 ?$ m7 F
& m* R `' `% C' M: zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. U* t5 _8 ] N1 j1 j5 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 S5 m- t# {- n5 t" R8 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 w7 Z1 K* D: q; ]$ j7 w# U) Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 A& y: F1 |( yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 Y6 q8 [1 g3 }; R2 q5 W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 b7 L9 Z$ w; V* u! m9 S) ~; n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 L1 n: f% }. ~9 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . v; o4 \' G: X3 S V8 H; x" d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 D( c; h! `: Q( F2 N+ h! ]: t" `; eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 F+ {6 w. t g' F
How you suffered for you sanity,
C. ^! \$ f: q2 N' L9 K tHow you tried to set them free,
' E/ I0 A8 _" N9 DThey would not listen they're not listening still, I9 t% p8 n' e" _; k: [3 Q2 G. _
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