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+ d; o I. N: K; m" y! lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! R4 ]8 W7 c$ VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 }1 W* \$ n: F( w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 S6 a) W( W# b' e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 I& e3 c5 k ?% h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: A( F8 q0 a, [* a fHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 r" {7 o, O3 o5 j, j
How you tried to set them free,
; a* @2 u* Z3 C% p- b( aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 H4 |- i+ J6 U/ `# vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 u8 v' Q/ i" Q7 X4 N0 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % p( X' R; B$ Z; f3 P5 D( Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 O* Y' l! y7 S* ^$ ?$ _$ G' C) DWeathered 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,
: E9 T$ Y( P5 W# DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & X, d: o' g8 e7 ^( _5 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" k: h$ ^* N# m. T0 Y4 fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 v( N2 N6 v/ k, i' NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; J" X X$ ^. w+ [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! I5 c$ n. _0 ]/ n qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ _! G. P! ?9 k6 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, o, n- c- d8 zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / ^& g, G% l4 l$ }) l
/ H/ k" g$ g& L' ]9 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + D4 V, C' W4 d0 i1 l* e: z$ d
How you suffered for you sanity,+ `3 c e- ?8 p# N7 s
How you tried to set them free, 9 Y! m3 t$ {6 y
They would not listen they're not listening still, . h6 Z8 T3 P* `# c N9 ], j0 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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