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& z2 |! l: Z9 }' EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 k ]& b4 R& ~6 m! MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, q6 y0 G+ p' r ?9 Q/ A& u7 B: v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% n4 y4 q# j1 l/ J9 Q* ^- LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + S! |$ r1 K2 ~* h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: F. X( O; F& n0 ^ [: ^How you suffered for you sanity, 5 @6 j1 c; }2 T+ k5 ^. l
How you tried to set them free,
+ A" S7 _/ t" T( z6 ?* rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' E( G3 ? ]% ~8 v: ^+ `4 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 ~+ I7 A# c: L& h* K; nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; X* B5 v. ?- q: k1 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; ^4 f9 }3 Q2 I% e' e9 `7 uWeathered 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,
8 @) x% B/ C0 s$ oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 O# _$ G% q. J& k; cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 K4 ]$ }1 G9 _% J/ S8 JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 G' w K8 c2 x' hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . X4 s/ d4 m& `3 M% Y
& ~" `- Z; p* e# y/ l; W# \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ I" j V( g, i; c0 N' X- Q F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; Y7 m# j, b& c I6 j. H; h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 h. D N8 k6 n0 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 Y+ y$ }; w2 |- AHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ r( S* Y6 l: h/ {; ~How you tried to set them free, 6 P" p `9 n4 w- ^' U; s! h
They would not listen they're not listening still, B3 z _; o, L
Perhaps they never will. |
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