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( T( B) x& y$ A1 H# KStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, a5 y4 I9 ^1 y% t* |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " u9 v# r+ P; [( L: L5 W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: A: ?, u# b! i; |2 S' a% P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ \5 m" H: ?# e8 F( c& u+ ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- w- V+ _4 A4 }5 x% PHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 W- O# R2 r7 P* c! I6 X7 G8 f3 yHow you tried to set them free, 5 _( G5 _6 n# V0 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * Z; K/ y) w# z- y( F9 b( b$ d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & a% Z; q ^( F0 r6 b" i" h+ ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, M, K4 @9 t i4 l( J; L7 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* k( {: M# b2 A1 c+ R) GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" L d( G& F5 J4 X7 ]; Y5 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 ?4 x' n8 Z! u3 v P0 N& z' M7 N: l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " H- J% H4 Q- P# J R0 i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # f' n1 a; M6 L- b3 a' h
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( v6 G6 b9 n+ Z& W- l" v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% T, f7 A1 T- n y7 h+ VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 l' p! ^4 ^1 w0 l& ~8 t$ W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ J O6 ^7 E" H' d( k/ m; S( [3 R8 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* x6 S4 T, i% B' ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 C, g& T6 z5 \0 v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ `0 W6 P5 K. OHow you suffered for you sanity,+ p6 T6 ^% B K* j
How you tried to set them free,
# j& r4 C0 ~ m8 @+ U2 LThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ j8 w q5 Q6 d. i
Perhaps they never will. |
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