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5 @- V- H% D" P) x' cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 y' I- _! ?6 o: O, U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# y: h' y3 O2 L$ t) ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, m8 t- V& j& K' \, ?' L; Y/ [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * a$ V C$ g0 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 D0 g, b; B6 n) f
How you suffered for you sanity, # t5 w* M# o' c# ]7 B
How you tried to set them free, ) d/ D0 P/ v8 \2 F. C* ^) H% y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 U3 F. ?' [5 G! a" v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ ]/ `" Y( _$ q' G: wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 p5 W- ~3 ?" o: C y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 V4 E8 D6 w) m' H- QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 M8 H; n& m9 v" g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 P7 V- g: D3 q- O2 m$ E" D" q/ S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 P3 i# Y; }$ r- R. e, jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) W' D$ ?/ p0 c" |* Z* q; O( mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. h, J0 V" u9 \& L h% g% t- S; YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 c9 G- r0 v, K7 }. LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- ] W5 `$ e9 G1 P2 K0 Q+ m; lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
?) Z- ?' S6 _2 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( C# S: F5 w7 n/ u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " x! }) V5 X0 y% m) @; O4 \
! b- I( P0 Q3 T( k, DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 p; k, Y* \6 `How you suffered for you sanity,
7 s9 A4 e( T0 i* x( QHow you tried to set them free,
3 }. S9 W& `2 Z& D+ ? MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* |, R# o, m) T2 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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