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0 J8 e) o6 B; c' Y: B R2 j7 d LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 ]) ]* b8 P- C) {0 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 ^/ O' s! h, e$ ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, S) @0 {* m4 Y8 r. KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ I% f, t/ F! b6 E; }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 S& D4 p* K7 K0 t1 M: W LHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 T' L$ ], G4 |% N! S# u$ X5 l
How you tried to set them free, % J) L! `* m; F* Z" I0 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 I; v3 T4 [; l, NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' g. N; G% x8 B) s5 W* e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. _, X: t1 J+ a' s$ N' G Z& ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; s0 g/ Y- H; \8 v" o
Weathered 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, : u* Z- G) r3 a2 F; K6 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 d5 ~; f# X% A' V. W% v" LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . Y/ o& f0 w% b- b- f0 F4 s/ ?5 v/ \
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( \" d0 |+ }# [% a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- [' z1 [" g, \8 L9 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * `5 K5 o7 ^/ `% R) m! T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 _. Z# S/ F9 [. F- G: U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 Z T& J1 v! B$ s0 J0 f& u$ w9 L, jThe 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, & ~( O# Q( @$ ~8 B# ^8 X w$ W! M
How you suffered for you sanity,
- `; r M0 V( d t( x1 F ?! IHow you tried to set them free,
. H* ~1 D7 N9 V* f- s$ W, U* |They would not listen they're not listening still, ) @) q- r. n4 P( D1 ~! k
Perhaps they never will. |
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